SHE SINGS
She rattles the window pane
And decides to travel bi-plane
I hear you in your pain…
And anything else would be plain
Scribbledy dibbledy doo
She never can barbershop blues
Der lap and she slip like you do
Over the hill the wind blew...
She sings the same line refrain
The King of Kingston can reign
She drags it out time and again
And walks her hounds in the rain
But every time she appears
Something grows out of her ears
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