Here We Are—In Again
Policeman Knife had by his wife
A set of bouncing twins;
One took a cough which took it off
From this abode of sins;
Number one no sooner died
And into the coffin slid,
When number two took the flu
And joined the other kid.
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She only weighs two pounds less than a horse.
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THERE ARE A THOUSAND THINGS LIFE’S WORTH LIVING FOR. ONE IS WINE, ONE IS SONG—AND THE OTHER 998 ARE WOMEN.
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I got a girl named Stella,
She’s got a mouth like an open umbrella;
She’s knock-kneed, crippled, her eyes turned in—
But a darn good girl for the shape she’s in.
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