Felt queasy in his hazelgut
from the effects of one small cut.
Came down the path a butternut
said hazelnut my darling what
has happened that you’re on your butt
here let me help you to my hut
where you can meet Sir Coconut
but when you enter kindly shut
your mouth that always utters smut
you arachidic scuttlebutt.
They entered into the small hut
where Coconut kicked Peanut’s butt.
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