Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'
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you have no word
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trip, trip to a dream dragon
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hide your wings in a ghost tower
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sails cackling at every plate we break
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was cracked by scattered needles
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the little minute gong
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coughs and clears his throat
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madam you see before you stand
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hey ho, never be still
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the old original favorite grand
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grasshoppers green Herbarian band
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and the tune they play is "In Us Confide"
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so trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'
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you have no word
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Please leave us here
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close our eyes to the octopus ride!
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Isn't it good to be lost in the wood
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isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood
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meant even less to me than I thought
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with a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
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clover honey pots and mystic shining feed...
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the madcap laughed at the man on the border
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hey ho, huff the Talbot
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the winds they blew and the leaves did wag
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they'll never put me in their bag
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the raging seas will always seep
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so high you go, so low you creep
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the wind it blows in tropical heat
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the drones they throng on mossy seats
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the squeaking door will always squeak
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two up, two down we'll never meet
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Please leave us here
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close our eyes to the octopus ride!
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Sit up, touching hips
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to a madcap galloping chase
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"Cheat" he cried shouting kangaroo
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it's true in their tree they cried
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Please leave us here
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close our eyes to the octopus ride!
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The madcap laughed at the man on the border
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hey ho, huff the Talbot
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Clowns and Jugglers
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| Pink Floyd |
