Brilla, Brilla Patricio Estrella

Twinkle, twinkle, Patrick Star
I made myself a sandwich
My mommy called it Berto
It tastes like fried beans
And
It smells like death
I could write things
So I used a sharp pencil
Sharp sharp, sharp sharp
What's that horrible smeeeeeell

I have a head
That ends in a point
Sharp sharp, sharp sharp

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