The ketchup bottle likes to play
Games with children every day.
Try to get the ketchup out
And you may hear it clearly shout:
'My ketchup’s mine! It’s not for you.'
And perhaps you may think this is true
For you can shake with all your might
And not one drop will come in sight.
Through the glass you’ll see it sit,
But come out – no, not one small bit.
Thump the bottle – yes, you’ll guess
It’s everywhere! Oh what a mess!!!
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