See the hopping of the Cobbler,
I think he's angry at the gobbler.
He finds it hard to see the bacon,
Overshadowed by the humped hakan.
Who is that prowling near the ginger?
I think she'd like to eat the ballinger.
She is but a nocturnal aunt,
Admired as she sits upon a plante.
Her scary car is just an onion,
It needs no gas, it runs on bunyan.
She's not alone she brings a melon,
a pet snail, and lots of yellen.
The snail likes to chase a chili,
Especially one that's in the calla lily.
The Cobbler shudders at the awful macaroni
He wants to leave but she wants the tony.
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