Fiddle Stick and Fiddle Dee
Heavenly beavenly geavenly chee.
Going to dance with my one broken knee.
Rhyming is fun today when under this tree.
You can fiddle stick, and I will fiddle dee.
Here are warm cookies. How do you take tea?
I’ll fast twirl now, getting away with some glee.
Will you run off to Saturn on Sunday with me?
Or will you insist on taking yourself seriously?
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