Frank was a bother,
oh the woe and pain,
for on his new shirt,
found his mother a stain.
She went in hysterics,
at the soil and mire,
so she gathered some matches,
and lit it on fire!
So this is a lesson,
never get a stain,
for this will cause,
your mother great pain.
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