Hey everybody! Look at me!
Just call me Trella, PhD
One fateful morning on Ryder's Lane
I was hit from behind and not to blame
As in a sandwich, "I was the meat"
While never leaving my driver's seat
Forget about it or should I sue?
Called my Daddy because he knew
Now I know damn well that you'll decline
But ask you anyway, "your car or mine?"
I'm no dummy, I'm Trella - that's me:
Lady, Smart Cookie, PhD!
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