My friend Ben
Had ten jobs back then
Back when he was a horseman
And sometimes a huntsman
If he wanted to could have been a lawman
But instead he was a corpsman
I wanted him to be a sportsman
But he wanted to be a coachman
He once built a playpen
But it broke because he wasn’t a good craftsman
I could go on
But my friend Ben quit all of his ten jobs
Because my friend ben didn’t exist back then
My friend Ben is only ten
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