Annie

Annie, you remind me of pink
Annie dear, a kitchen sink
Is torture for you to about it, think
Because it's not pink.
Annie, pink are your shoes
Not really, they're pretty blues
Not that either, I refuse
To make any sense about shoes.
Annie, you and Amber are fun
Though you're not good with puns
Amber likes Mr. Hozel's buns
We need to shoot Jorge with guns.
Annie you are a pig
Your head isn't too big
You don't wear a wig
Dance a jig.
Annie dear, you are physco
This is something we all know
Let the water in the sink flow
But the water's not pink, so it blows

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