Hey diddle diddle
I was drunk in the middle
of night.
Before I could piddle
The cat played the fiddle
The cow fell on her face.
The dish flew off like a saucer,
The spoon was lost in space
Sitting still was the dog
like a bump on a log.
The moon tottered on its swing,
Someone cut the string
And the moon slid from its place.
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