You came upon the setting sun,
Casting on me your happy pun.
Seizing my heart like a cherry bun!
Perhaps you see through my mirror; true,
You know that I love you.
Darling Bud of April, blossom not so soon,
For we have yet to sing this merry tune;
Ring around the rosie, drink from saloon at noon!
There, Ringo lay in wait for you,
Aye, merry maiden broods in you.
So when the age of sun has come,
And you hear this tune swoom, to you
I cast my spell of enlightenment, so you
Don't forget my honesty,
I'll never lie to you!!!
Tom-kin; Lom-kin, you may know me by,
Register me by your side, never i'll let you sigh,
Uttering my words of blue, sky; true to you,
Tom-kin; Lom-kin,
Honors you!!!
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