I've a pair of purplish-pink pears.They are my pets,
and my mate, upon piano, my dear pears, she sets.
As these fruits look fondly at my outstretched hands,
music bursts forth as on white keys each finger lands.
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Into the toilet I just did glance,
&, 'lo and behold', I saw a dance.
Two doodies danced, till they were dead.
They reminded me of old Ginger and of old Fred.
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