My doctor revealed a gloomy prognosis
Within weeks I would develop a giant proboscis
If that was no reason for despair
I would grow long bristly dark body hair
My frontal teeth would never cease to elongate
No cure she knew of would alter my fate.
Alas! I spoke, but what is a large tusk
Compared to the perils the world faces in Musk?
And while my left foot grew out of my boot
I felt rather content, for at least I could toot!

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