Samuel Benoit

There was a Canadian boy who played with dye,

He didn’t take off his glasses first – I don’t know why,

perhaps he’ll die.

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There was a Canadian boy who soaked his glasses his bleach,

To remove color from the parts his toothbrush couldn’t reach,

He soaked them in bleach to remove the dye,

He didn’t take off his glasses first – I don’t know why,

perhaps he’ll die.

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There was a Canadian boy who bought contact lenses,

That were impossible to put in because of his natural defenses.

He bought the contacts so that he could function,

While his glasses soaked in bleach in the sun.

He soaked them in bleach to remove the dye,

He didn’t take off his glasses first – I don’t know why,

perhaps he’ll die.

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There was a Canadian boy who destroyed his glasses with bleach,

Learning a lesson that apparently only experience can teach,

He bought contacts so that he could function,

While his glasses soaked in bleach in the sun.

He soaked them in bleach to remove the dye,

He didn’t take off his glasses first – I don’t know why,

perhaps he’ll die.

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There was a Canadian boy who wandered through Delhi and Bangkok unable to see,

Because on the issue of the contacts his fingers and eyes would not agree.

He bought contacts so that he could function,

While his glasses soaked in bleach in the sun.

He soaked them in bleach to remove the dye,

He didn’t take off his glasses first – I don’t know why,

perhaps he’ll die.

A Russian-Doll-type situation: