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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