Pondering at Seven

I’ve got nothing, I’ve got nothing, I’ve got nothing but me.

I’ve got nothing but me, I’ve got nothing but me, I’ve got nothing but me and you.

I’ve got nothing but me and you, I’ve got nothing but me and you, I’ve got nothing but me and you and popsicles and fireflies and snow days and stealing kisses and puppies and watching cartoons and Arbor Day and going to the circus and getting the prize in the cereal box and listening to stories and climbing trees and telling your family you love them and spreading that love all over the world!!!!

By golly, I guess I do have something! I do have something! I do have something!

Lets see, what else do I have...

Enriched uranium?!?!

KABOOM!!!!!!!!
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Now I don’t even have myself. Drat.