I was given a marble the other day
"Hold it," I was told
But I disobey
Am I that kid
who gobbled the first marshmallow
Because I couldn't bid?
The marble stank
It burned, it pinched, it accused
too tight, too loose
I can't make up my mind
whether to run treadmill
Til I get brought the bill
Or just fall down
And break my crown
Maybe I can ask Mr Brown
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