How Do I Run With Broken Leg,
Make omelet with rotten egg.
Ridden to bed for years me,
Unable to stand and pee.
Or to make myself a peg.
How do I run with broken leg.
There was a time I was a bunny,
Jogged like crazy, ran like funny,
Finished an ice-cooled keg.
How do I run with broken leg.
On dusky night, with zero light
No human soul in my sight.
I wail, weep and beg.
How do I run with broken leg.
Make omelet with rotten egg.
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