Knock, Knock, Upon My Heart
Orange you glad I didn't say banana
Was her favorite knock, knock joke
Everytime I think of her
There's a lump now in my throat
She always seemed to tickle herself
As much as she tickled me
That funny little jokester
That too soon had to leave
Now she spends her time in heaven
Making angels laugh
Instead of saying banana
Orange you glad I said orange instead
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