O' gerbum go harbum
herbum go thrice
left i in a field with common house mice
three noses of the carrawoo tree
nice tripe to severed finch be
o' call the noses
o' call the noses
o' call the noses thrice
and with gernheby they clash
elderly finch
do swander with glee
forty pounds of flesh
for seven krowns three
o' sand finch, sand nose or nose not sand
call one crab to the eastern pagan
cough without mourning
clap with no pollen
seed of the elder
elder's seed does it shine
with glistening glory it do
do it that with no other crab supporting?
of course said the persecuted jew
oh but so it wanes
wanes doth it
crab o navel exclusive of clam
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