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THE CRIME

Well, don't exercise elation,

Killing goodies is good sport!

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He is on the Student Council

His decisions carry weight,

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When you see him hurry by you

You can tell he's mastered fate.

Club ties fringe his pictured dresser,

Deans and Yard cops meekly bow,

And the debutantes nightly

Will admit he is a wow.

He is master of the puddle,

Making lesser frog lets quake,

Steps right up and call him brother,

He has such a vital shake.

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