Jasper was a school kid who just for hoots.
Loved to stomp other kids' fingers with his combat boots.
He would throw quarters on the playground.
And if the kids tried to pick them up.

Jasper would try to stomp their fingers to pulp.
He lost a lot of money and this would give him fits.
Because some of the kids had fast hands.
And when they had all of his money then they would call it quits.

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