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The mogul pate so finey
Rich and super-shiny
If you dare rub it for good luck
You may hear, "Oh, what the fuck?"
You can say you wanted to see
If a brilliant genie would appear
As a wisp of smoke
out one o' the ears.
And if this does not appease
The irate mogul's pride
It will behoove you to appear
Believably sincere
If you promise to never
Ever
Do it again - for five or six new benjamins.
You may be arrested
And in handcuffs led away
But you will surely live to rub
The mogul pate again one day.
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