Long ago in hell a demon did dwell
And his name was non other than Frito
For a thousand years he tortured the fears
Of the poor souls that to hell go
"This sucks..."
So bored became this demon a plan did hatch
He could scape from hell but there is one catch
There was one chance, although very slim
An angel would have to trade places with him.
That's all frito needed, was some hope
With the souls of the damned he fashioned a rope
he cast the rope to the heaven's so high.
He climbed very quickly, our persistent little guy.
When he got to the top an Angel stood guard
tricking him wasn't so hard
"I need that for my collection"
And in the end Frito, got to leave that hell
It's comforting to know everything worked out... So well
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