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Doughnut Dave

Down the doughnuts by the score
Dim the lights and shut the door
Giggle as he starts to snore
Wonder what they pay him for

An artistís work is never done
Testing sweet rolls one by one
And showing wisdom, choosing none
He saves himself from Mindyís gun

But graciously he bears the yoke
Official butt of every joke
And still remains a cheery bloke
Despite the fact heís just awoke