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I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,
A mango met a mangoAnd they started to tangoIn the market not far from here.
Now we all do the tangoWhat a fandango!
In the market not far from here.
A poem is not an Antbut it can be quite short.A poem is not a Bananabut there may be something under its skin.A poem is not a Coat
Song-bird shut dem mout' an lissen,Church bell don't bother to ring,All de little stream keep quietWhen mi Granny sing.