.My mother calls it gypsy lifting
I'm going to get a bag
The wind is just right
And the violets think so too
I think I spy a chat
Making a poo
I'd like to gypsy-lift the stars
And send one out to you
You, who are you
Someone with no dandruff
Perhaps brown eyes a dere.
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