It's true, yo, I really do.
It's very shiny.
I heard a seashell.
It sounded like the ocean.
Then it bit my lobe.
O lark just outside,
You sing a song of such joy.
But please, let me sleep!
Utter a word now.
Okay, now utter one more.
Ha! You said two words!
The last line shall be
Made up of only one word:
Hippopotamus.
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