I just read a reply of mine in a comment thread from quite
some years ago. It included a ditty which came easily off the top of my head
and has been ignored ever since, so I thought I’d put it into a post so it can
enter the Ditties file:
In Tennessee
I met a flea
Who said ‘now, y’all
come talk to me'
'But treat me right
Or else I’ll bite
And then you’ll itch
from morn ’til night'
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