How roses do the raingrowers?
The raingrowers do we.
May swallows leetsch upon the rice
And roast in hahrmoanee.
How grows the gote for grayt and grim
Tho it's one-ninety-three
Oars, nice, and trim.
Happy, happy, happy.
Leiffy greins do bode too well,
How cats can see befor.
For one-three-nine the road will sehl
And naht a penny moor.
The eith yar dset, them orni ngafter.
How mani must the roses?
When last hour debt we court disaster,
And any do we grow.
Happy, happy, happy.
But how! If any moor should sail
If o'er the reef did come the tale,
That po'm's slah'y'tliik rappy.
Growers all cry.
But why?
But why?
Happy, happy, happy.
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