waffle net fervent as me.
Caress that hat, she flops on the sand,
tell me a tale then bite my hand.
Carry me aboard that chicken concord,
it's all a bit too merry for me to afford.
Handle candle sandal and swig,
I fought a barracuda with only a fig.
Dance a little, dance some more,
the kettle comes a-calling on the English seashore.
I paddle paddle hardy hardle albeit without canoe.
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