A tree dropped an apple on my head,
Which I took as a nut instead,
And so I thought, as I flew 'round,
How it dropped straight up, not down.
To be honest, I quite hate bats,
And despise those pesky gnats,
And still, although they call me 'knave'
Potatoes are the food I crave.
Oh, well.
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