Potomoi! Whoa! Whoa!
Ink and books and boa
But it’s not easy when you turn me on
Lilly in the valley, goes she
Down the murram road
Pitcher full of ale
Tincan whines Tincan’s woes
Tincan, yes can, goes
Tin can full of ginger ale, he knows
We-we cheeky, We-we drunk
We-we topples on my trunk
Ouch!
Imzy distant, Imzy far
Imzy on a topless car
Imzy on a parcel box with ribbons on the floor
Figgy whimpers, Tony sings
What the heck! O what it brings?
Ridge and Ridgey, there they come…they go
Puffy Ronnie ginger ale
Grapes are sour, grapes are pale
Downpour on the windshield, fresh yet stale
Cosy blanket, treasure trail
Now we triumph, now we fail
O! Will I not won’t I not can I not, Now!
Crazy fat-boy suffers so
Southern sepoy wants to go
It was not to be: she sees the snow
Sunshine, ebony, sugar sweet
What a pain, what a treat
What a time, O, it used to be
Cans and cans and cans of ale
Same old story, same old tale
Enfin.
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