| I’m lying in the shade of my family tree
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| I’m a branch that broke off
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| What will become of me?
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| Dear Mom, I’m lying here
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| In this queen-sized bed
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| I’m thinking back
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| To all the stories you read to me
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| About the little animals who went to sea
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| In their beautiful pea green boat
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| But I can’t remember now
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| What happened then?
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| Dear Mom, how does it end?
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| The owl and the pussycat went to sea
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| In a beautiful pea green boat
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| They took some honey and lots of money
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| Wrapped in a five pound note
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| The owl looked up to the stars above
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| And sang to a small guitar
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| O lovely pussy! |
| Pussy my love!
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| What a wonderful pussy you are
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| Let us be married
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| Too long we’ve tarried
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| But what shall we do for a ring?
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| What shall we do for a ring?
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| Hey! |
| Hey
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| They sailed away for a year and a day
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| To the land where the bong tree grows
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| And there in a wood a piggy wig stood
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| A ring at the end of his nose
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| A ring at the end of his nose
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| And hand in hand at the edge of the sand
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| They danced by the light of the
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| By the light of the, by the light of the moon
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| And hand in hand at the edge of the sand
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| They danced by the light of the
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| By the light of the, by the light of the moon
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| The moon, the moon
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| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey |