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Them Sand Pickers:
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How 'bout them sand pickers, ain't they grand? Sittin' on their haunches, pickin' in the sand.
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Pickin' in the wet sand. Pickin' in the dry. Pickin' it fiercely. Lookit fly.
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Lookit them sand pickers, ain't they slick? Some use their fingers. Some use a stick.
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Them seashore sand pickers, ain't they fine? Sittin' in the sand a-pickin' up time.
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How to be a sand picker, don't need a ticket. Find a bunch of sand, stoop down and pick it!
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Them Dog Kickers:
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How 'bout them dog kickers, ain't they crumbs? Kickin' them doggies in their buns.
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Kickin' them Afghans. Kickin' them mutts. Kickin' them puppies poor little butts.
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Lookit them dog kickers, ain't they cute? Some use a shower shoe. Some use a boot.
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Them dadgum dog kickers, ain't they mean? Runnin' kickin' every day that's seen.
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How to be a dog kicker, don't need a ticket. Find an old dog. Haul off and kick it!
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Them Tummy Gummers:
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How 'bout them tummy gummers, ain't they dummies? Havin' they fun of gummen their tummies.
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Gummen them haunches out of they mind. Runnin' 'round shoutin', "It's tummy gummen time!"
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Lookit them tummy gummers, lurkin' in the yard, waitin' for a jelly belly, catch it off guard.
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Them hell-bent tummy gummers, ain't they dummocks? Runnin' through the neighborhood, gummen them stomachs.
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How to be a tummy gummer, no way to shut it. Grab an abdomen and rear off and gum it!
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