Two geniuses were talking 'bout
Whether an I.Q. test did prove
Intelligence without a doubt,
Whether or not one's mouth might move.
Cuz silence is the best known way
To keep one's I.Q. a surprise.
It's when one has something to say
That might prove dumbness otherwise.
The one genius who was a she,
To show the tell tale trap said to
The other genius, being he,
How he answered could tell I.Q.
'Hey I.Q. genius answer that -'
'Do these jeans make my butt look fat? '
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