A boy
There was a boy who picked his nose. He also liked to lick his toes. It made me sick, To see him lick, And to sit there in his dirty clothes.
There was a boy who picked his nose. He also liked to lick his toes. It made me sick, To see him lick, And to sit there in his dirty clothes.
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