I'm sorry I was rude to Jeanne.
I wish I hadn't been so mean.
I want to try to make it up;
I'd like to try with chicken soup
But I am just as sick as she.
Soup it isn't gonna be.
I cooked this up, though, long ago -
A book - all full of joy and woe
And now it's done, it's stirred, it's hot.
I'm the chicken in this pot.
No matzoh ball, no lima bean.
I'm sorry I was rude to Jeanne.
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