#poem Once there was a man that was glum He got bored and twiddled his thumbs He wrote a song so he could sing along The first song he ever sung He sung for days, in many ways As much as he could do After a week or two, he caught the flu Replaced by a friend who made shoes He forgot the words and was joined by the birds Still more was yet to come More friends came along and sang the words That were written by his flu ridden chum
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