Poor Old Coffee Pot
What sudden sadness I have found!
All my senses whammy bound!
Dribble, drizzle, rumble, croak!
My poor old coffee pot is broke!
Oh happy day my pot is fixed!
Lots of pancakes have been mixed!
So much syrup it's a sin!
The sun is up and here we go ag'in!
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