I am a good child.
That is never wild.
Not in a fight,
That no one is right.
I am very mild.
There was once a young man named Bill,
Who was an assassin that kill.
He took out his gun,
pointed at the sun
Bang, killed a person on a hill.
Once I wrote a poem about strong.
The poem was a little bit long.
Read in a tone,
It was well-known,
My poem was like a song.
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