I
remember Kooky Milksop,
As if ‘twere
yesterday,
Kooky
Kooky Milksop,
Son of
Mr Grey.
He
use-a be so starry-spangle,
Flying
through the air,
On
elevated table-tops,
Without
him’s teddy bear.
Oh, I
remember Doris Hatstand,
Just
like last night’s moon,
Doris
Doris Hatstand,
Son of
Mr Spoon.
A-waiting
on a busy road,
To play
a game of chance,
He made
us all so laughing at
His “Run
Me Over” dance.
And
thus we all a-fare-thee-well,
From
here to nowhere fast,
Bloody
Rumplestiltskin,
Son of
Mr Last.
*Lemnon
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