A garden shed a garden shed
My head is like a garden shed
It’s full of junk and flower pots
Welly -boots and who knows what
No really though my head is crammed
You can’t get in the door is jammed
With things I’ve seen, things I’ve said
Things I’ve done and things I’ve read
Plus everything I’ve thought about
If I were you I’d just keep out!
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