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| How I yelled and how I roared, And the coot laughed and guffawed, And we must have made a lot of noise I think, For an octopus named Fred, Who'd been sleeping in his bed Came up the beach and squirted us with ink. |
| Now, my toes were in such pain, I thought I'd never walk again, And the sand was wet with ink, and so you see................. |
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| ....I was walking on my hands 'cross the black and purple sands, When a pig came up and whispered in my knee. |
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| Rip van Tinkle |