I do not like green eggs and ham
I do not like this goat I am
I do not like the way he talks
I do not like the way he squawks
I do not like the words I see
From all his lies I try to flee
I do not like his bigoted airs
I want to push him down the stairs
Whether on the beach or on the mount
His lies are too numerous for me to count.
He makes me mad he makes me scream
He is not all that he may seem
He wants us all to pat his back
If asked a question he blows his stack.
No, I don’t like this goat I am
Nor do I like green eggs and ham J
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