| Happy family, one hand clap, four went by and none come back.
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| Brother Judas, ash and sack, swallowed aphrodisiac.
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| Rufus, Silas, Jonah too sang, «We'll blow our own canoes,»
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| Poked a finger in the zoo, punctured all the ballyhoo
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| Whipped the world and beat the clock, wound up with their share of stock.
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| Silver Rolls from golden rock, shaken by a knock, knock, knock.
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| Happy family, wave that grin, what goes round must surely spin;
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| Cheesecake, mousetrap, Grip-Pipe-Thynne cried out, «We're not Rin Tin Tin.»
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| Uncle Rufus grew his nose, threw away his circus clothes
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| Cousin Silas grew a beard, drew another flask of weird
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| Nasty Jonah grew a wife, Judas drew his pruning knife.
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| Happy family one hand clap, four went on but none came back
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| Happy family, pale applause, each to his revolving doors.
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| Silas searching, Rufus neat, Jonah caustic, Jude so sweet.
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| Let their sergeant mirror spin if we lose the barbers win;
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| Happy family one hand clap, four went on but none came back |