Eternal Artist come and play,
it is the ending of the day,
Oh bring your pallet, bring your brush,
the day is ending at a rush.
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I saw three Hippo-crocka-ducks a flying through the air,
Their wings were like an ephalumps, tail feathers like a bear.
They flittered in, they flittered out they hovered like a rock.
then off they flew to join the others of their flock.
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