| Maurice Snail and Timothy Grub
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| Swanney and Blue and Emily Grub
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| Decided one day to go into the wood
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| And build them a house and live there if they could
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| And they stayed there a while in the trees and the rain
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| Till one day two Blue Men said you’re all insane
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| And to please not come here again
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| They had a green car called, Happiness Runs
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| Friday comes and Happiness runs
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| Out of petrol and everyone gets out to push
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| And suddenly see through a gap in the bush
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| A real caravan, just like the one in their dreams
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| The gypsy doesn’t want it, for nowadays it seems
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| His home stays in one place and gleams
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| He told them that he had a horse down the lane
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| Saturday morning they went back again
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| He showed them a shed that was built out of tin
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| He opened the door and they all peered within
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| And there lying on straw was a horse black as night
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| With a star on her forehead and eyes full of light
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| And they all fell in love at first sight
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| They thought and they thought about having Black Bess
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| Timothy planted some mustard and cress
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| They lived in a cupboard and made it their home
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| And lay there and dreamed of the days when they’d roam
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| Up and down all the hills of the North countryside
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| With the dogs eating buttercups on the wayside
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| And they’d wave all the cities goodbye |