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The Bohunk and the Dolly
Out of a dried-up cabbage patch,
Out of a farm with a queer Hunk name,
Out of a cabbage gone to grief,
A lovely cabbage dolly came,
A plume upon her pale-green curls,
A voice like small celestial pearls,
Oh, shrill and sweet
It would waken flowers
Dead for centuries or hours.
Out of a farm with a queer Hunk name,
Out of a cabbage gone to grief,
A lovely cabbage dolly came,
A plume upon her pale-green curls,
A voice like small celestial pearls,
Oh, shrill and sweet
It would waken flowers
Dead for centuries or hours.
She had a masterful way with her
That would the beetle thugs disarm,
And scare bad pups and crows away,
And make the whole world jump and play,
Except
Of course
The Hunk who owned the farm.
That would the beetle thugs disarm,
And scare bad pups and crows away,
And make the whole world jump and play,
Except
Of course
The Hunk who owned the farm.
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