Munchkin

Munchkin, Munchkin
Roll down the hill
Your antics betray us
Don't take the mean pill.

You jump and you swear
Defying the air
Your laughter is evil
Your countenance a glare

Munchkin, Munchkin 
Roll down the hill
Exhale all the bad stuff 
Be happy and chill.

~ BCP

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