On top of lasagne,
you eat peaches and cream
I serve them on twin tops
and whipped up in dreams
I give you good service...
all through the night,
I come and give dhappiness
I always be nice....
I fly over the mountain
and climb into the sea
I always be ready
for fishies flowing in me... ...
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