Shee Shoo and Cluck Cluck
Sheeshoo and Cluck Cluck and their tiny child had to leave the island in search of Razzle Dazzle. fan the fire, fan the light. blow out little little one what comes to heart fire slips & key holes. put on your soles. go! The gestapo on my tail, I gripped the dulcimer player and prayed. I use to like to go to Jakarta, you know, to party. But then those people, like, died. Bummer.
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