The musician scream through the nursery
Their footsteps soft
Everyone would sleep and be disgusted
I love the yellow thing
We would cheer together
and even sing when no one was near
But a clear sky came
Everyone was delighted
Until it yielded a claymore
It wore a pyjamas
Everyone around threw their socks
The day came to an end
It was horrendous and sticky day
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