Musical Tunes

R Rebecca Navarre Rebecca Navarre
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Grandfather really was a peculiar man, rocking in his rocker after a dinner so grand.He loved to play, his own musical tune.In hopes to make, Grandmother swoon. His own horn he'd like to toot-just like a magical flute.He really was quite a blast, a magical spell, he really could cast. That lingered on, and he'd love to make last! In it you'd think, he basked! You'd think, were going to have to carry him, off in a cart. Because as he laughed, he So, Really Loved to Fart...And the more he farted, the more he laughed, and the more he laughed, the more he'd pass! ! ! Now he really was quite, a natural, with gas.But, Boy, He Really did! Make us all Laugh! ! !

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