Quite, quit it

The world laughs at you with disdain

The stars downward dismal shine

The sea sways and snickers

The snow shatts heavily on thine

 

For the world find you a chuckle

The stars see a dignified derision

So the sea titters with moist action

Low, snow hits twits with precision

 

So check yourself before you trek yourself

And do a march of shame

For those haha, hehe, huuhuus

State nature finds you lame

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