By Joanna Fuchs
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A little boy sat on the toilet;
He was in there way too long.
His mom came in to check;
she thought something was wrong.
He'd sit and sigh, sit and sigh,
Then he'd slap the top of his head.
"Why do you do that?" his mother asked.
"Works for ketchup," he said.
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A little boy sat on the toilet;
He was in there way too long.
His mom came in to check;
she thought something was wrong.
He'd sit and sigh, sit and sigh,
Then he'd slap the top of his head.
"Why do you do that?" his mother asked.
"Works for ketchup," he said.
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