
When you said that you'd buy me a dog for my birthday last year I had assumed that you meant a dog that pooped! (My birthday is 29th Oct. by the way, so start thinking about presents :)
I'm a rat, no doubt. I've no hat, that's out.
I'll skeeter and skankle, all around your ankles.
I pinch and I fart, I'll squeeze into your heart.
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