There was a young rooster named ClydeWho washed his fine feathers with Tide.They sparkled and grew and he happily knew He was tops as he strutted with pride.
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There was a young rooster named Clyde
Who washed his fine feathers with Tide.
They sparkled and grew and he happily knew
He was tops as he strutted with pride.
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