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Brush your teeth, clean your room,
Finish your homework because supper is soon.
Button your jacket, pick up your toys,
Mind your manners, turn down the noise.
My parents give me these little instructions
To prevent disaster and destruction.
But the knowledge we should receive from them
Should go a little something like this, *ahem*,
Teach us the universe's purpose,
Or how to go about joining the circus.
Maybe why they think spinach is "good"
Or the amount a woodchuck could chuck wood.
Why is the sky blue? Why is grass green?
Where is my tibia? Where is my spleen?
But for now I suppose I'll have to manage
With a good ol' fashioned parent adage.
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