around 8 o'clock.
Billy the Boy's tummy
is going a flop.
He ate too much turkey,
too many orange yams.
He scarved down the coleslaw
and did a number to the ham.
Billy laid on the couch
his stomach perfectly round.
His mom is concerned
for a moan is what he's making, it's the only sound.
His mom rubbed his little tummy
and patted his back.
All of a sudden he burped
and set his mom flying like a sack.
It wasn't a normal burb,
oh no.
It was the loudest, smelliest, most gigantic burb
in the town of Corsico.
His mom teared up,
his sisters all gagged.
His father started laughing,
he was proud of his son, he did not nag.
Once again it was quiet
on the night of Thanksgiving,
Billy the Boy feeling better,
his burp was no longer living.
The moral of this story
girls and boys.
Never let a burp grow,
let it flow and have joys.
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