It's coming with the evening.
You put a knife in a scary statue.
Cuz he was making sounds.
It's coming with the evening.
I could scare you!
I could get you Spiderman!
I could poke you!
It's coming with the evening.
And it's pooping in your pants.
It's pooping in your pants,
because it's yucky.
I am the monster of the pooping.
Monsters are pooping.
Ewwwwwwwwwwww!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
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