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| Titmouse |
| by Rogue | I came upon a titmouse, a titmouse a titmouse
I came upon a titmouse that had no tit.
I laughed at an oxpecker, a woodcock, some hoar frost
I came upon a shaved bear...I did not laugh at it.
I wish I were an Englishman, a Welshman, an Irishman
I wish I were a Scotsman so my skirt would be a kilt.
I went to see Canterbury, Newbury, and Salsbury
I saw a lass a wee bit furry, but ay, mate, she was built. |
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