.Butterflies, three blind mice, eight little maids in a box.
He met them, He kept them, he carefully puts them away for the rainy day,
when Nothing's left, no nothing's left to collect.
(Whistling)
And sometimes he'd look in his catalog, and it was like the whole wide
World bun.
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