In the town of Tiddly Puddle
All the folk were in a muddle
And on Masquerade Lane
Everyone was insane
And the sheep and the cows were in trouble
But on Fawcett Avenue
Lived a man with a view
He could see down the lane
That the folk were insane
So he lay in a pile full of rubble
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