Iron Man, Iron Man
Does whatever an iron can.
Makes a shirt, nice and neat.
Puts an edge, to a crease.
Look out! Here comes the Iron Man!
Is he smooth? Listen Bud!
He can even get out blood.
Does he burn cotton blends?
Or that skirt with ruffled ends?
Hey there! There goes the Iron Man!
In the chill of night,
when the wrinkles abound.
He shoots out
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