Eww, you smell
and I'm gonna tell.
It's time to spell.
Oh what the hell,
where's mel?
Is that the bell?
Time to find shells.
Why do you have me gel?
No need to yell!
Fine, I'll go to my cell,
where I must dwell.
And there's elle.
I have to sell,
oh well!
This is stell-
ar.
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