.[spoken]
A friend who's got daisies in his pocket
Mr. Thomas owns a red bike
And his heart flies like a kite
He gives a coin to the children,
Who play war with wooden guns
Mr. Thomas remains at home
When other people go to church
In his dust booked the phone.
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