Their mouths like a long gaping gash
With voices that make your teeth gnash
They're cuddly and cute
and colored like fruit
with unibrowed heads set to bash
A giant who's floppy and yellow
all feathery fluffy and mellow
Too bad his I.Q.
is lacking a few
His bird brain contains lemon jello
He's green and he's grouchy and brash
and lives in a can with the trash
Below the can's rim
where it's smelly and dim
he's hiding a horrible rash
Sesame Street has turned forty.
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