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The ketchup bottle likes to play

Games with children every day.

     Try to get the ketchup out

     And you may hear it clearly shout:

 

'My ketchup’s mine!  It’s not for you,'

And perhaps you may think this is true

     For you can shake with all your might

     And not one drop will come in sight.

 

Through the glass you’ll see it sit,

But come out – no, not one small bit.

     Thump the bottle – yes, you’ll guess

     It’s everywhere!  Oh what a mess!!!

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