Newtons and newts,
Have got somewhere;
To spread their nests.
Here's a fool and his frats,
They have got no where,
To hang their big hats.
Where little girls and boys,
In each hoods and streets;
Backing babies instead of toys.
Here stand a gossoon,
Looking at her lover;
As she put her beauty on.
Where cray and crabs,
Have made their early spills;
To hills flew all the squabs.
Here's a fool by the tree,
Watching all the fishes;
Dancing up and down the sea.
Where ants and mouse
Have got some flours,
Stored in their hillhouse.
Here's a fool who won't plow,
Waiting till the green bannanas
Will all turn soft and yellow.
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