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My giggle escaped as I was eating my crisps.

Now I’m feeling quite strange, with a sort of a lisp.

     So I just cannot laugh when you tell me a joke

     And instead of a giggle, it’s more like a croak.

 

I saw him escape and he ran down the street.

I was left with the feeling I wasn’t complete.

     He boarded a bus and got off at the zoo,

     Then playfully sprang on a big kangaroo.

 

The kangaroo said: 'Giggling’s not what I do!

Now, find yourself somebody else at this zoo.’

     My giggle looked sad but leapt on a giraffe

     Who said: 'Giggle?  No, sorry.  Giraffes never laugh.'

 

The zoo keeper came: ‘Now, what have we here?

Well no one wants you it is perfectly clear!

     Go home to wherever you came from today!’

     Well I’m so glad my giggle returned home to stay.

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