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There was an old lady of Rye
Who was baked by mistake in a pie
To the household's disgust
She emerged through the crust,
And exclaimed, with a yawn, "Where am I?"
There once was a man of Bengal
Who was asked to a fancy dress ball;
He murmured: "I'll risk it
and go as a biscuit..."
But a dog ate him up in the hall
There was a young lady of Lynn,
Who was so uncommonly thin
That when she essayed
To drink lemonade,
She slipped through the straw and fell in.
A canner exceedingly canny
One morning remarked to his granny.
"A canner can can
Anything that he can,
But a canner can't can a can, can he?"
There once was a shy ghost called Freddy
Who tried to be brave, bold and steady.
He wailed and he moaned,
He rattled and groaned,
But he'd rather stay home with his teddy.
by
Jenny Craig
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