Squeak Squeak the plastic purple ball goes,
With it Ruburb the Custard Face with its fixed happy grin,
Squeak,Squeak ,Bloody getting annoying now Squeak,
Mitzi the Jack Russell of the house says to its master
"It not my fault I love to make the purple ball go Squeak as did you not buy it for me to play with it today"
The master looks into the deep brown eyes and he begins to smile and say
"Go on and Squeak Squeak as soon it run out of puff and I get some peace and quiet at last"
Squeak Squeak no more as it is now broke.
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