Frobscottle, oh Frobscottle,
You could chug it in the bottle. Everyone likes it, even grizzlies, It tastes ever so dizzy and fizzy. It sits and sits until someone gulps it down, Drinking this, you can never frown. It's not red, not blue, and not your older brother too, You cannot say, “Boo hoo.” You can't bowl it, You can't pull it, But you can chug it and glug it, And plug it.
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