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Maveric

Maveric

Had Rumbling

That thundered in the night.

It shook the bedrooms all

And gave the folks a fright.

The doctor called;

He was

When through his

He heard the sound of a baying hound,

And the acrid smell of smoke.

Was there a cure?'The higher the fewer'The learned doctor said,

Then turned poor Maveric inside

And stood him on his head.'Just as I

You've been and

An Asiatic flu -You musn't go near dogs I

Unless they come near you.'Poor Maveric cried.

He went cross-eyed,

His legs went green and blue.

The doctor hit him with a

And charged him one and two.

And so my

This is the end,

A warning to the few:

Stay clear of doctors to the

Or they'll get rid of you.

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Spike Milligan

Terence Alan "Spike" Milligan KBE (16 April 1918 – 27 February 2002) was a British-Irish actor, comedian, writer, poet and playwright. The son o…

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