Bubbleheads with double heads
Come down in flying frying pans.
They sleep in teams in double beds
And watch TV for Charlie Chans..
Don=t let them use your bicycles!
They nibble on the tires
Which they munch with popsicles
On top of old church spires.
In Spring they jump, they dance, they sing
Of holidays on Mars
Where they coat their crazy king
With chocolate candy bars.
Then off they zoom again to Venus.
Frying pans to the sky.
Our farewells say, between us,
'Good riddance and goodbye.'
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