I borrowed urea
From your general store
You had red licorice
And those sugar dot paper things
I put forth urea
As a delightful treat
But you agreed to none of it
You brayed and howled your displeasure
Like a displeased canine
Oh how I want you
To be accepting of the general store
Use your children like the spy in Stratego. It's a bomb!
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