Young Andrew
Young Andrew often amused all
He liked to entertain
He clowned around and did pratfalls
Some thought him just a pain
But when young Andrew left the room
The place became dead still
The mood declined to murk and gloom
And soon all felt the chill
Though Andrew bothered folks a bit
The way he carried on
They smiled when he came with his wit
And frowned when he was gone
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