The Number 4, a Poem
Wizily, tizily, bizily, boo
I can man a fran, so can you
Igity, tigity, sigity, bip
You like to stand around running your lip
Pohity, wohity, himity, hobahon
Writing a grease is like running a soparon
Sopity dee, nipity lou
I like cherry ice with raisins, you like mitty pity
Hofrazzle, ya dig, so there it is rice
Frip, dip, dap, Hey Smoke here is a dirty sock
Yeah, so what now greeny
La, la, la, la with milk
Screech razzle, brain muzzle, dozen and few
Here it is for me and frogy
Ho, Ho, Ho goes the vapor from a sample
And bip, bop, boo to me and you
And jump, and jump and turn
Tin can man, faulty plan
Beep, yeah, amana, hey there Ip
Tea, wolly so, hey, ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
The number 5
I’m done
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