At music class, they sang the song
About the farmer's wife
But this time, just to be P.C.,
There was no carving knife.
The mice retained their tails, but still
There was a bigger crime;
They substituted "nice" for "knife,"
Which doesn't even rhyme!
The lyrics from our youth, I'm sure,
Caused not one drop of harm,
But for the future poets,
I am sounding the alarm.
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