Their house exists somewhere
It's really near I swear
Oh look it's over there
And they're tidying their hair
I want to go do you?
To do a dance or two
I know just what to do?
So now we go we two
I poem I shall write
But how to get it right?
A poem 'bout a knight
From day until the night
I went to buy some flour
But came back with a flower
I need to buy a sail
But it is not on sale
And underneath the sun
I wish I had a son
And he'd be finely bred
Cause all he'll eat is bread
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