‘Twas round and about last Mai in the (side?)
When the
Two Three Four
Joseph was an old man
An old man was
A child in a curious phase
A man with sullen ways
Oh
So put your icy pen away
We all bend to everything
The gymnast, high above the ground,
Limbers up and falls, tender,
My darling, what wonder have we wrought here?
It's weird and
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