I've got to get ready
to go into my job,
But things aren't all set,
They're just a big blob.
Move over to the left,
Move over to the right,
a quick little shake
then things aren't too tight.
Hike this side up,
jiggle that side down.
If things aren't just so,
my day starts with a frown.
One tug right here,
and one tug left there.
Now everything is perfect
in my clean bright underwear.
So I'll wiggle each tight cheek
a smidgen at a time
When all is in its prime locale
the world is so sublime.
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