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If you ever see sight of the OLD FIGOLU

Don’t be tempted to take even the smallest of chew

But few can resist ’cause…..

He’ll flirt you with fromjous, frickalous, faboo,

And get into your mouth with a fick, fum, fijoo,

You’ll chew then chomp and masticate him to mush

Swallow and have done with him in a fink fijoo rush

Oh, poor sadlickalious thing, the OLD FIGOLU has grarped you, he’s won,

So, it’s now that you wish, that you’d rebuffed his faboo

‘Cause  you’re stuck still sitting

Esconced on the LOO !!!!

J.Burnley 30th August 2010