I almost declined
I thought better of it
Why not, press on
I stumbled
Was the word wobbly
I ought to get a grip
Forget that to be forgotten
He couldn't do it to order
And neither can I
Not for spectacle, nor coda
Neither for mere passers by
I wasn't sure
Not to begin with
Now I am rocking
Rolling this way and that
Will he, won't he
Should he, shouldn't he
I'm sure he can, I know he can
O, blinking heck, they have
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