There once was a young tot named Fazool
Who attended a posh nursery school
Got himself in a pickle
For charging a mere nickel
Each time he let a girl see his tool.
Fazool was an enterprising lad
Didn't think it was awfully bad
To expose his small private
He would surely survive it
As long as nobody told his dad!
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