Mr Von Stuart,
He baked a fine pie,
He baked a jolly good pie,
And handed it to his son Huart.
Huart ate the pie,
He ate it and ate it,
And ate it and ate it,
And his new pants did not fit.
His mother did scold,
Oh she scolded and scolded,
And scolded and scolded,
Until Huart just couldn't hold it.
He ran to the loo,
to the loo he run,
And running over there
Was definitely not so fun.
But when he came out
What wasn't worth it was worth it,
And he felt as good as he could.
The end.
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