Bobby
Joe dug a hole
It was
large as holes go
And
then he fell in
Again
and again
Want to
know what happened then
Eventually
he climbed out
And he
did shout
He was
mad about that
And he
began to pout
Want to
know what he shouted out
My
darned big hole
Nearly
swallowed my soul
It was
not my goal
To dig
so low
But now
that I’m out
I’ll
try not to pout
I’ll
have to think about
How
this came about
Beyond
any doubt
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