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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518570" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Peanut-Butter Sandwich</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'll sing you a poem of a silly young king<br>Who played with the world at the end of a string,<br>But he only loved one single thing—<br>And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.<br>His scepter and his royal gowns,<br>His regal throne and golden crowns<br>Were brown and sticky from the mounds<br>And drippings from each peanut-butter sandwich.<br>His subjects all were silly fools<br>For he had passed a royal rule<br>That all that they could learn in school<br>Was how to make a peanut-butter sandwich.<br>He would not eat his sovereign steak,<br>He scorned his soup and kingly cake,<br>And told his courtly cook to bake<br>An extra-sticky peanut-butter sandwich.<br>And then one day he took a bit<br>And started chewing with delight,<br>But found his mouth was stuck quite tight<br>From that last bite of peanut-butter sandwich.<br>His brother pulled, his sister pried,<br>The wizard pushed, his mother cried,<br>'My boy's committed suicide<br>From eating his last peanut-butter sandwich!'<br>The dentist came, and the royal doc.<br>The royal plumber banged and knocked,<br>But still those jaws stayed tightly locked.<br>Oh darn that sticky peanut-butter sandwich!<br>The carpenter, he tried with pliers,<br>The telephone man tried with wires,<br>The firemen, they tried with fire,<br>But couldn't melt that peanut-butter sandwich.<br>With ropes and pulleys, drills and coil,<br>With steam and lubricating oil—<br>For twenty years of tears and toil—<br>They fought that awful peanut-butter sandwich.<br>Then all his royal subjects came.<br>They hooked his jaws with grapplin' chains<br>And pulled both ways with might and main<br>Against that stubborn peanut-butter sandwich.<br>Each man and woman, girl and boy<br>Put down their ploughs and pots and toys<br>And pulled until kerack! Oh, joy—<br>They broke right through that peanut-butter sandwich<br>A puff of dust, a screech, a squeak—<br>The king's jaw opened with a creak.<br>And then in voice so faint and weak—<br>The first words that they heard him speak<br>Were, 'How about a peanut-butter sandwich?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sheldon+Allan+Silverstein">Sheldon Allan Silverstein</a><div class=q>
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Who played with the world at the end of a string,
But he only loved one single thing—
And that was just a peanut-butter sandwich.
His scepter and his royal gowns,
His regal throne and golden crowns
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