| There’s a farm called Misery, but of that we’ll have none
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| Because we know of one
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| That’s always lots of fun (Ha ha!)
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| And this one’s name is Jollity; |
| believe me, folks, it’s great
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| For everything sings out to us as we go through the gate
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| All the little pigs, they grunt and howl
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| The cats mee-yow
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| The dogs bow-wow
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| Everybody makes a row
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| Down on Jollity Farm
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| All the little pigs, they grunt and howl
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| (Grunt, howl, grunt, howl)
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| The cats mee-yow
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| (Mee-yow, mee-yow)
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| The dogs bow-wow
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| (Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff)
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| Everybody makes a row
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| Down on Jollity Farm
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| All the little birds go tweet, tweet, tweet
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| (birdsong, piano noodle)
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| The lambs all bleat
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| (baaaaa!)
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| And shake their feet
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| (rattle)
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| Everything’s a perfect treat
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| Down on Jollity Farm
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| Regular as habit
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| The cocks begin to crow
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| Can the old buck rabbit
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| Sing «Stuff it up your jumper»
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| Vo-do-de-oh
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| All the little ducks go quack quack quack
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| (quack quack quack)
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| The cows go Moo
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| (honk)
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| The bull does, too
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| (whonk!)
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| Everyone says how do you do
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| Down on Jollity Farm |