With poison Ivy I did tangle,
it's on view from every angle.
Here I sit, head to foot all red;
I guess I should have stayed in bed.
The picnic in that forest glade,
a date that I should not have made,
with that winsome wanton lassie;
should have picked someone more classy.
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