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C'mon gather round.
Who's foremost friend in town?
From main to maple the resounds,
Nutbutter.
He's the one, the one,
the Barkley County son.
Here to serve only you, Nutbutter.
At old Nutbutter's house of
from jellied to sacks of sweets,
There's and nutatious spreads for all.
Chemist, master of the professor for a modest fee
cure what ails you, guaranteed Professor Nutbutter.
It's alright, don't the worm.
C'mon kiddies be shy
be til the day you die.
The man the myth, the of Professor Nutbutter.
He's the one the only one the prodigal son.
Here to help us with ourselves, Nutbutter
It's alright to the worm.

[It's all to fear the worm. The worm, the worm is our friend.
Um, but not all of the properties of the can be, uh, fully, fully,
well, appreciated by the, uh, the body itself, but, um it's,
it's, it's, it's ok to, to fear the worm. Um, I, myself, had no,
uh, problems with the worm but in a situation, uh, I would
feel like, what, what, uh, ramifications, um, could Uh, there's,
there's really no to, uh, to fear much of anything, you know.
Fear of the, of the temptation is a, more, probably, more, more,
appropriate word in this scenario. Um, the, uh, well, It,
depends on what you want, I suppose. It depends on, on
you want.]