She stands in the rain like a lunatic, laughing and running around.
Once she fell, and broke her l’il head on the ground.
Then she screamed and yelled and kicked
[Waking poor old Mrs. Bickt].
And the doctors came and saw her, said she needed a lawyer, and stomped out her door.
[Her bed was on the floor].
I was there, please trust me,
[I must say she’s musty.]
So all of this is truth.
[At least a little bit.]
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