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Never drop a bowling ball upon a baby's head
It might squash the little blighter
Yes, it just might make him dead
So if you get a wanton urge to drop a bowling ball
Please gather up the children first
And tie them in the hall

And if you should be fishing out upon the ocean great
And there should be a child with you
Don't use him for shark bait
His mother wouldn't like it, she'd give you a dirty look
And children, they are far too soft
They won't stay on the hook

And if you're shooting skeet some day way out in the country
And you run out of clay pigeons
And some children you should see
Resist the urge to send a couple arcing through the air
They're large, slow, and easily hit
It wouldn't be quite fair

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