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Uncle Bedi
Is jolly, is merry,
He travels to shores
Near and far.
He bounces on oceans,
Flies over huge mountains,
And sails to islands
Small and large.
And when he returns,
He brings with him trinkets
That Mum says are great
But Dad says are far worse than scrap.
And if you ask him
How come it’s lasting,
He’s got no sense or style?
He just smiles, the big oaf,
And says, “Hmm and whatnot.
It’s all because of my hat.”

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