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Oh, once I had a little dog, his color it was brown, 
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I taught him how to whistle, to sing and dance and run. 
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His legs they were fourteen yards long, his ears so very wide, 
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Around the world in half a day, upon him I could ride. 
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Sing tarry-o-day, Sing  Autumn to May. 
 
 
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Oh, once I had a little frog, he wore a vest of red, 
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He leaned upon a silver cane, a top hat on his head. 
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He'd speak of far off places,   of things to see and do, 
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And all the kings and queens he'd met, while sailing in a shoe. 
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Sing tarry-o-day, Sing    Autumn to May. 
 
 
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Oh, once I had a flock of sheep, they grazed upon a feather. 
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I'd keep them in a music box from wind and rainy weather. 
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And every day the sun would shine,  
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They'd fly all through the town 
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To bring me back some golden rings, and candy by the pound. 
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Sing tarry-o-day, Sing     Autumn to May. 
 
 
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Oh, once I had a downy swan, she was so very frail, 
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She sat upon an oyster shell, and hatched me out a snail. 
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The snail it changed into a bird, the bird to butterfly, 
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And he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie. 
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Sing tarry-o-day, Sing     Autumn to May.