Rustling winds
Where to begin
Ahh it is Ted
Found him in my bed
The pipe was lead
The bulds L.E.Dee
Oooh weee weee
A spin and a spunk
The neighbours heard a clunk
I saw chunks of red
I saw chunks of Ted
It was the winds that blew
It wasnt not me she said
I giggled and smiled
The bed now empty
All mine is fine
Chunks of Ted what to do
Baby lets cook some stew
Chunks of red
Dont worry folks
TEDs not Dead.
He just apple cobbler sticky
RED! ! ! !
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