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People say,
Be yourself, Don’t pretend, Or act differently, But this theory is, Trouble for me. If I took, Their advice then, I’d probably be, In an insane asylum Let me explain, So you can see why. Instead of milk, In my cereal, I would rather have, A shoe. Instead of going, To work, to earn money, I would rather, Stay home, to earn money. Or just not have money at all, It would solve a lot of problems, But create as many, Problems as it would solve. But I will, Fix that later. Instead of saying; “Good morning” I would rather say; “Jiggle Bub” If I liked the person, I would be polite, And say; “Floo Jiggle Bub” Many people comment, It must be nice, In my world, And I agree. I can always creep, Into my world, To play with, My imagination. My world is called, By a very special name, I call this world, Fmickle Jutf! It means; Always Happy! I should be president. Of the Earth. It would be great. Shh. You’ll wake me up. My sanity, that is. Floo jiggle numn.
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