Morning poo O morning poo,
sometimes you’re rock and sometimes glue,
but each day when I wake there’s you,
O morning friend my morning poo.
rock and sometimes glue
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Morning poo O morning poo,
sometimes you’re rock and sometimes glue,
but each day when I wake there’s you,
O morning friend my morning poo.