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Oh, once I had a little dog, his color it was brown
I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run
His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide
Around the world in half a day, upon him I could ride

Sing tarry-o day, sing, autumn to May

Oh, once I had a little frog, he wore a vest of red
He'd lean upon his silver cane, a top hat on his head
He'd speak of far off places of things to see and do
And all the Kings and queens, he'd met while sailing in a shoe

Sing tarry-o day, sing, autumn to May

Oh, once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather
I'd keep them in a music box from wind or rainy weather
And every day the sun would shine, they'd fly all through the town
To bring me back some golden rings, Candy by the pound

Sing tarry-o day, sing, autumn to May

Oh, once I had a downy swan, she was so very frail
She sat upon an oyster shell and hatched me out a snail
The snail had changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly
And he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie

Sing tarry-o day, sing, autumn to May
Oh, once I had a little dog, his color it was brown   I taught him for to whistle, to sing and dance and run   His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide   Around the world in half a day, upon him I could ride      Sing tarry-o day, sing, autumn to May      Oh, once I had a little frog, he wore a vest of red   He'd lean upon his silver cane, a top hat on his head   He'd speak of far off places of things to see and do   And all the Kings and queens, he'd met while sailing in a shoe      Sing tarry-o day, sing, autumn to May      Oh, once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather   I'd keep them in a music box from wind or rainy weather   And every day the sun would shine, they'd fly all through the town   To bring me back some golden rings, Candy by the pound      Sing tarry-o day, sing, autumn to May      Oh, once I had a downy swan, she was so very frail   She sat upon an oyster shell and hatched me out a snail   The snail had changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly   And he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie      Sing tarry-o day, sing, autumn to May