| Oh the world owes me a living
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| Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum
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| Oh the world owes me a living
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| Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum
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| If I worked hard all day I might
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| Sleep badder when in bed at night
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| I sleep all day so that’s alright
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| Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum
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| There once was an old grasshopper
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| Who could only think of fun
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| He looked on work as something too
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| Unpleasant to be done
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| He loved to sit in the summer sun
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| And fiddle all day long
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| While dozing there he played this air
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| And singed this little song
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| The north wind blew the leaves away
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| When winter came one stormy day
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| The snow fell fast upon the ground
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| No food nor shelter could be found
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| This old grasshopper sad and weak
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| Could hardly hop or view his feet
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| He slipped, He fell
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| Poor Chap, Farewell
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| Some ants stayed in their hilly home
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| Looked out and saw him sneezing
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| They soaked his feet in mustard sauce
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| He grew better soon
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| Now every day they hear him play
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| And sing this little tune
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| Oh I owe the world a living
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| Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum, ah-choo!
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| Oh I owe the world a living
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| Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum, ah-choo!
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| I got a bad cold in my head
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| You ants were right the time you said
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| You’ve got to work for all you get
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| Deedle dardle doodle deedle dum, ah-choo |