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Well, the rest of the boarders felt mostly like me,
And they give the poor lad the name “Fiddle Dee Dee;”
And he made some excursions clane out of his head,
An' he took loads of med'cine, an' took to his bed;
Till the docthor decreed (the poor fellow was poor)
“He can live for one day, but I can't give him more.”
And they give the poor lad the name “Fiddle Dee Dee;”
And he made some excursions clane out of his head,
An' he took loads of med'cine, an' took to his bed;
Till the docthor decreed (the poor fellow was poor)
“He can live for one day, but I can't give him more.”
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