Once upon a time, back when rhymes were better than misaligned lines in prose
Back when (1954) you could have baddies and goodies, and you weren't required to story arc the most venal cunt in the plot
He just could be a shit, and didn't need to have a reason
There was a nasty man who lived under the bridge and played with his twanger most days
Until he heard goats up above
Billy goat big, and plot device medium, and little tiny, one inch tall, billy goat ant
Well, he got up out of his hole in the reek
And shot them
Then he ate them
And nailed their fairy tails to his fender
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