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If you are alone, at home, and extremely bored
and you think that you just might go out of your gourd,
I, Fred, the pufffluff, have the solution for you.
Let’s do a dance to the good ol’ kazoo!
There’s a hop and a step and a spin all around
with a jump and a leap till you fall on the ground.
Oh, are you tired? No, no — wait there’s more!
There are so many tricks that I have in store!
We could dance on our feet, or our hands, or our heads
or our toeses or noses or jump on our beds.
But if you’re still bored, oh there’s lots more to do.
When you are with me, there’s no need to feel blue.
For the word pufffluff has three Fs in a row!
Now here’s a new word that you just did not know.
You look pretty tired, I’m sorry, it’s true!
I, Dr. Fred, say that you have the flu!
Well, I guess I must run.
The flu is no fun!
And fun is the funnest, the bestest, you know?
For when you have fun, you light up with a glow!
So, see ya, my friends, it was a good day.
But I guess that I’d better be off on my way.
So long, dear friends, I will be back soon.
And next time, I’ll remember to bring some balloons!
The hair on his head might not be real,
though his ignorance surely is.
Who could trust all that faux frizz upon his?
He wants to build a wall,
but you soon will see
it’s not good for you,
nor is it good for me.
With a country like ours,
built on those who meander,
let us not be bystanders;
instead put our trust in Sanders.
He is strong-willed,
and believes in the youth.
He wants to help with college — that is surely the truth.
So let us take part
in the election this year.
Our vote is our voice.
We have nothing to fear.
Imagine a place where the only thing relevant
is in fact an enormous elephant
who lives on a mountain with billions of ants
that was once a molehill somewhere in France.
But the molehill was small and the elephant large
so he got up and left Paris, France, in a barge
that sunk in the river and it overflowed
submerging the world, and all of this showed
that the elephant was the only being alive
since he had the mountain of a molehill to ride.
And all of the ants were merely pretend
because all of their lives had come to an end.
The death of their world tore the elephant apart
because in his chest was a very big heart
that pounded and rattled around in its cage
with his blood pressure rising like a temperature gauge.
And because he knew he had caused their world harm
he plowed down the mountain to make a small farm
and he built a small house, and he dug a small pond
and placed in the house a nice large palm frond
that one day would grow to the size of the sea
and would rescue all beings who were trying to flee.
The elephant would then be the hero of the day
by saving them from the problem he caused on the way.
But there was one small piece of information he had overlooked
all beings had dissipated, so he was let off the hook
of caring about beings that did not exist
as he sunk down into a pile of bliss.
Because even though he was at fault
no one could blame him in his sea full of salt.