Mr. Nice

Mr. Nice was his name

He was very precise

But he knew it came with a price

So he took a sacarfice

And ended up in paradise

Because Mr. Nice sure knew how to be nice

Which to him was merchandise

In his paradise

                        By: Michael Pellitteri

 

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