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| The Land of RussKen (where you find smiles for life) |
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| Badboy Napper, Betty Biddle I was told when I was little Of Badboy Napper, Betty Biddle. Betty Biddle bad boy napped, And even made a bad boy trap. She filled it up with dirty shoes, Grease and grime and gooey ooze. Betty knew bad boys can't wait To jump right into bad boy bait. Betty sat smiling in her swing, Waiting for her trap to spring. Betty Biddle trapped bad boys If they wouldn't share their toys. Off they went to the Land Of Share And she fed them to the Selfish Bear. For those who didn't clean their room, She took them off on a sweeping broom. Into the land of Do It Later And fed them to the Procrastigator. Those who sassed their mom and dad Were hauled off to the Land Of Bad. She sliced and diced them in a vat And fed them to the Talk Back Bat. Those bad boys who skipped from school Ended up in the Land Of Fool, Drowning in the Dummy Pool, Eaten by the Stupid Ghoul. She stole bad boys from every town, Strung them up and tied them down. She took them to the Land Of Gone Where they were buried in the lawn Bad Boy Napping Betty Biddle Stole bad boys when they were little. Betty Biddle said with a grin, "And I do the same to big bad men." |
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