Oh That Suzy
If Suzy sells sea shells at the sea shore
and has supposedly sold them for some time
after all these years,
Why hasn’t Suzy had the sense to save some coin
or secure herself a real job
So surely, you say, I should let Suzy be
to sell her damn sea shells all day by the sea
It’s silly but she’s simply squealing with glee
With sunshine and shells,
she’s much smarter than me
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