My dear old little aunt clementine
She promised me that she was fine
Then when she fell at the hand of a mime
she collapsed; my poor dear clementine.
My wonderful dear old joyful mother
promised me she never loved no other
then when she lost love for my brother
I began to cry
My uncle was a sad tearful sight
Always out of luck; always in a fight
Always trying to win something with all of his might
He's never really seen a helpful light.
I miss my loving father
He was never a bother
He cared like no, no other;
I loved him day and night.
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