Eclair

If I just stare at a chocolate éclair,

It’s ever so, ever so weird.

I sit on my chair and one moment it’s there,

The next one it’s quite disappeared.

Wherever it goes, nobody knows,

But each time it happens I’ve found

That I get specks of cream on the end of my nose

And my tum grows mysteriously round.

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