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My closest neighbor’s name was Bill
He lived across the street and up the hill.
On this particular day as I went out to play.
I thought I’d mosey over to see him today.
He was sitting outside, I thought asleep,
his feet was propped up on a box,
and he wasn’t wearing any shoes or socks.
I glanced down at his big toe,
and right in the middle was a funny
Ole Bill knew I was standing there
so he moved his toe and the mole
started to wiggle,
I ran back home because I couldn’t
hold my giggle.
Since I didn’t have anything to say,
I think I’ll visit Bill some other day.