Row Row Row Your Boat, Gently Down the Stream... of Pudding!

Row, row, row you boat gently down the stream.

OF PUDDING!

When you see the crocadile, don't forget to scream.

WITH JOY BECAUSE HE IS YOUR FRIEND FROM PRIMARY SCHOOL, THE ONE WHO MADE YOU EAT THE WORMS.

Man you hate that crocodile.

The End

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