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Sing-a-long button
And turned cartwheels cross the floor.
I believed kind of seasick
But the choir proclaimed for more.
The basses hummed strongly
And the condition ran away
As it for another Song proclaimed
The basses ran away
And like that it was later
As the condition their history explained
That their face with first straight Rosie
Turned a whiter colour of slats.
She did not say ' is a reason there,
And the truth is to be seen normal, '
That you your music did not learn
And there is no apology
One of sixteen small sopranos
Who left for the coast
And although our ears were opened
They could have well-being straight straight closed.
And like that it was later
As the condition their history explained
That their face with first straight Rosie
Turned a whiter colour of slats.