A gentle little rhyme
THE DIRTY FLY OF TERROR
Come and listen to me
My slow-witted one
I shall now tell you
What must be done
My innocent child
Don't make an error
Do the right thing
And wage war on terror
On yonder chair sleeps
Old Uncle John
A vile ugly thing that
Soon shall be gone
A dirty fly sits
On Uncle Johnny's head
Go get the big hammer -
Whack til he's dead
.oOo.
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