Poem

Bones and bells in the shape of a snail.

Sacks and snares stuffed into bears.

These were all of the goals of old Billy Bowl.

Replace the mail carrier’s eyes with berries and a cherries.

Sprinkle germs on long brown worms and pour barrels of snakes into the local lakes.

These were the goals of old Billy Bowl.

Beat the poor until their backs were sore.

Feed the sweetest kid to biggest pig.

And burn all the butter that was recently churned.

These were the goals of old Billy Bowl.

feed the dogs to a bunch of hogs

Set ablaze the old corn maze

And let us not forget about a virulent plague.

These were the goals of old Billy Bowl.

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