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Because it’s pink and squidgy
Because it’s large and jolly
Because it asks She didn’t, did she?
Because it’s off its trolley –
Because it loves the taunt
Of its gormless fans
Because of course it likes to flaunt
What a man will call a man’s –
Like a melon, see it strain
Or fill with icy water
That’s why I do not trust the brain
Of any Sun reporter
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