The wart of all the world was on my shoulbers,
As la-la did the
fish sing in the trees,
When eh? atop my head there feller doulber,
And “Ouch!” I yellth and stood a pond some bees.
(Ouch! Scream! Whale!)
The wrong place at the wrong place isn’t clever,
You’d best go hunt for meadows on the Moon.
My goodness, blimey friend whence art thou ever,
Congratulated by a sliver spoon?
(Spoon! Spoon! Spoonfork-a-dork!)
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