If you were queen of bloaters And I were king of soles, The sea we'd wag our fins in. Nor heed the crooked pins in The water, dropped by boaters To catch our heedless joles.
If you were queen of bloaters And I were king of soles, The sea we'd wag our fins in. Nor heed the crooked pins in The water, dropped by boaters To catch our heedless joles.
Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap In imperceptible water.
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