| Jerry had a little spam
Jerry had a little spam
it's mold was white like snow
and everywhere that Jerry went
The smell was sure to go
It followed him to work one day
Along the bag he'd take
And all the workers in the place
All knew who's face they'd break
He opened up his bag at lunch
As all the faces turned
when he bit into his food
and all the eyelids squirmed
Frequently his innards ached
and all the town knew why
cause of that moldy moldy spam
poor Jerry did surely die
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