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Falotzing In Greebert

There is a place beyond the clouds, Greebert is its name; Fun in that place grows on trees And all of life's a game. The people there are always young, And no one ever dies; And time in Greebert seems to stop, Even though it flies. Anything is possible there, That land where Happy rules; A perfect, peaceful getaway For all us nutty fools. The trip is free from here to there, It isn't hard to find; Imagination's all you need, Cause Greebert's in your mind. So go falotzing any time You're always welcome there. The place where all your dreams come true And magic's in the air.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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