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Let
me tell of Tommy Tripe
Who
always used to smoke a pipe
Until
his teeth went brown and yellow.
Then
he stopped. A sensible fellow.
But
not so Ernest Fotheringay
Who
smoked four pipefuls every day.
His
teeth fell out. He could not eat
And
he had pains down in his feet. |
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There
was a time when people said
That
smoking helped to clear the head.
They
did not know that other folk
Had
clear heads and did not smoke.
And
those who do not smoke at all
Do
not think smoking is so cool
But
often find it quite unpleasant
Stinging
eyes of people present. |
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Cigarette,
pipe or fat cigar
Are
most unhealthy, whoever you are.
Some
ladies think it very smart
To
puff a ciggy, so they start
And
when they've grown a little older
They
sometimes smoke it in a holder.
Some
are poor and some have wealth
But
smoking always harms their health. |
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Deep
down in the sunny South
We
see many a cigar-filled mouth.
They
puff away with joyous grin
Blowing
out smoke and drawing in.
Tobacco
smoke upsets the brain.
It
hurts the heart and gives it pain.
But
they will not heed when it's said
That
they may one day drop down dead |
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Tomorrow,
I will give up smoking. |
So
listen up, my fine young friend,
Make
sure you avoid a smoky end.
You
will enjoy the best of health
And
will not waste away your wealth
If
you abjure the smoker's way, and
Breathe
fresh air the whole long day.
Do
not take a smoking wife
And
you may have a happy life.
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My nose is very
sniffy today |