| Look at that flesh, pink and plump
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| Hello, little girl
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| Tender and fresh, not one lump
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| Hello, little girl
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| This one’s especially lush
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| Delicious, Mmmh
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| Hello, little girl, what’s your rush?
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| You’re missing all the flowers
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| The sun won’t set for hours
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| Take your time
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| Mother said, «Straight ahead,»
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| Not to delay or be misled
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| But slow, little girl, hark! |
| And hush
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| The birds are singing sweetly
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| You’ll miss the birds completely
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| You’re traveling so fleetly
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| Grandmother first, then Miss Plump
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| What a delectable couple:
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| Utter perfection, one brittle, one supple--
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| One moment, my dear!
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| Mother said, «Come what may
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| Follow the path and never stray.»
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| Just so, little girl, any path
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| So many worth exploring
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| Just one would be so boring
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| And look what you’re ignoring
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| Think of those crisp, aging bones
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| Then something fresh on the palate
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| Think of that scrumptious carnality twice in one day!
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| There’s no possible way
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| To describe what you feel
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| When you’re talking to your meal!
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| Mother said not to stray
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| Still, I suppose, a small delay
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| Granny might like a fresh bouquet
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| (spoken)
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| Goodbye, Mr. Wolf
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| Goodbye, little girl
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| (sung)
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| And hello |