The Sheriff Will Be Back!


For two days, I was not safe.
Then I thought I would be brave.
Through the field I fled.
Cow pies between my toes.
No angry words were said.
Thankful to have my nose!

That's when I encountered Mrs. June.
And we were off far too soon.
To go tell the sheriff
Of the goon,
Who fucks children in the afternoon!

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