The little girl made fun of my belly,
Wanted to know why it was so fat?
I could not tell herfrom all my beer drinking,
So, this is what I told the little brat.
Someday you're going to have a fat belly.
And it will be my turn to make fun of you.
I'll be looking down at you and be laughing,
Watching it swell and know because of who!
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