The food went into the rubbish bin,
Because Finn did not finish his din din.
Joe got mad and punched his chinny chin,
The fight was over before it could begin.
It made blood drip off his skin,
It made Finn's world spin,
It made Joe grin.
That's why you finish your din din,
Or else it is a sin.
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