The End


A bird flies high in the sky,
It eats a fly
With the scent of a bug,
A cat casts a killer at the bug,
The burrito cried warm Mexican sauce,
But not as much as the child who is lost,
The burrito cried with Mexican sauce,
Trump won, oh no.
Trump won, oh no,
Kool Aid guy crashes in, "The end has come!"

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