Van Itch designed a new machine piece,
that combined all his designs and his wonderful niece,
the Wobble-tee-dees and Wonder-gun-tack,
were bundled together with wonderful nack,
what became a weapon of butterly demise
became a bundle of nothingly nothing,
and all he could think of was to severe all ties.
He ended the buttering fiasco debate,
and decided to put an end to the gate,
he became my best friend, and pulled down the wall,
Van Itch did everything to make him seem tall,
but when he died, his story went on,
and was told to me from my grandpa on the lawn,
he told me Van Itch was just an unstable man,
who didn't want anything but to recycle a can.
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