is a volcanic
but by the
hours, or minutes
the lid inevitably
the lava flow
In other words:
When you hear the low-down rumble
When you see the fingers tremble
Skin color changing to deep purple
That's the time to get a grip.
Count to ten, then count to twenty
Slowly breath, the stakes are many
Every body's got aches a-plenty
So if you must, just let one rip!
Let off the steam
Let your belly scream
Then just go out
for some cold ice cream!
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