The Drought (Red Butterflies)

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where had my wacka gone

wacka wacka w-w-wa-wa-ck-ck-k-a, Wawa?

the moist butterflies are falling

oh-no the cabbages strawberries asparagus are eating them

wacka wacka w-w-wa-wa-ck-ck-k-a, Wawa?

"achoo" said the camel when he stepped on them

oh-no the cabbages strawberries asparagus are eating them

they are running away with their wet wings

"achoo" said the camel when he stepped on them

red fills the sky as they launch their attack

they are running away with their wet wings

goodbye little moist butterflies


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