The man made of smoke,
he drifts here and there
with his fancy hat
and long black hair
We smell him wherever he goes,
the puff of smoke he leaves behind,
in a blink of the eye, he’s gone,
it truly blows one’s mind
The man of smoke is not wise,
nor is he very handsome,
but, hey, he’s got a special talent,
and for that we all like him.
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