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When Neptune Filled His Boots (Nonsense)
When Bibble he would a bounding swim
Boundless glore upon his fizzog
Splashed he breastie ways and overlimb
Swimming swifty like a croc log
Quiet stealth he’d swimmy creep
Both overland and overseas
Until upon toasted stooks he’d leap
Climbed the highest Groolam trees
Came then Krabb and turning Turtle
Came then coughing Doobah birds
Nurbling yams and wee...
Saturday 10th March 2012 8:36 pm
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