It’s cold and red atop my belly,

Makes me feel like red, cold jelly.

Walked around with me beneath,

I thought it was so fun and neat.

The giggles and laughing made me fall,

I didn’t care; I was having a ball.

Stuck me back on and continued around,

Until once again I hit the ground.

As the years passed by, the giggles have changed,

I could no longer play the plunger game.

The games have changed to balls and bats,

Sweatshirt, jeans, and baseball caps.

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