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The Proposal(to the tune of "Bicycle made for two)

THE PROPOSAL

 

Downtown Jo-burg, in a small café,

Joe's proposing, he doesn't know what to say.

He stutters and then he stammers,

his heart is beating hammers.

At last his tongue becomes undone,

He says "Please will you wed me, May?"

 

May's ecstatic, she's clapping her hands with joy.

She can't believe it, married to Joe Malloy!

They're hugging and then they're ki...

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The Little folk

At the end of the garden,by the big old oak

Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,

Is a dwelling place for the little folk

usually mistaken for butterflies!

 

The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,

a soft green carpet under your feet.

It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,

the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!

You see, they are cautious, and da...

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