There once was a man, Leonid,
Who stood 8ft., quite big,
He's a legend, a myth,
And midgets he lifts,
And bald men should wear their wigs,
He tends, on a farm, the pigs,
And at 400 pounds,
His stench is profound,
And it's killing the people in town.
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