Where everything's made out of pumpernickel
Except for the fountain of grass
The people enjoyed drinking Fastferdinkel
And children could sop up the blastbetinkel
In big shiny cups made of glass
And children could sop up the blastbetinkel
In big shiny cups made of glass
And the farmers would chop with a pickle sickle
And then get a laugh from the tickle pickle
And then get a laugh from the tickle pickle
In a land made of jelly and rass
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