Jimmy
As Jimmy rode his broomstick pony
I'm Roy Rogers he would yell
With silver pistols at the ready
He was the good guy you could tell
No horse theif dared to face him
As he galloped across the kitchen floor
Roy Rogers is my hero
Even if he's ony four
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