I once knew a man named Steve

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by TheOldGuac

by TheOldGuac

                                    
                                              I once knew a man named Steve,
                          He was a very strange man indeed,
                          He would sit on a park bench,

                          Looking rather hench.
                          Steve would sit and sing,
                          With a little bell he would ding,
                          Until 7 o'clock,
                          When he would eat a sock.
                          Steve loved that bench dearly,
                          But one day hurt himself severely,
                          And alas could not return to his bench,
                          Which became occupied by the French.