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Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb [song version]
Rhubarb, Rhubarb, Rhubarb
When I was very young it wasn’t very hard
You could find rhubarb in every back yard
A ruby red treasure growing from the ground
Worth its weight in gold and so easily found
Your mother would cook it and put it in a pie
But its very best use – and I tell no lie –
Was to dig it up and treat it like grapes upon the vine
By turning it by magic int...
Monday 11th November 2024 11:36 am
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