There once was a boy
who had all his front teeth
Even after his mom said
they'd be killed by sweets
He would run, he would play
He would waste all the day
Thinking not of the consequences
to his blasphemous ways
Having cleared his mind
He was blacked-out
Giving a piggy-back ride
that only went down
There once was a boy
who had all his front teeth
The concrete changed that
but he would not change a thing
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