I ate some Custard Creams today, baked by Custard bakers,
I also had some Weetabix, and porridge made by quakers,
I washed my socks, dressed in flimsy frocks,
For that is my persuasion,
I'm free as a dove, and my dogs in love,
With a rather large Alsation.
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