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Dance of the Bony

Dance of the bony Soon we will look 30 when we die, Which will please the undertaker. Death will be called a voyage On an everlasting cruise ship. The purser will send Festive cards From romantic ports. No, grandad is not dead, he rests He wears makeup because he is going On a liner as a dancing partner For old ladies.

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