There was once a boy I knew
who loved to sniff strong glue
He sniffed so much
He was sitcky to touch
And he always had the flue.
He was as thin as a rake
and each morning he'd shake.
Such a pale taunt face
and breath as potent as mace
lonely was this boy Jake.
He was as white as a sheet
And would melt in the heat.
Then one day he sadly died
poor sod had glued his mouth to his eyes.
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