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The Little Old Man In The Boot
There was an old man who lived in a boot
He had no family, he just had a flute
He played it all day, and he played it all night,
He woke up the neighbors, that just wasn't right.
The neighbors, they shut all their windows and doors,
They just couldn't stand to hear anymore
He was so alone most of his life
He never had children, or even a wife.
They asked him to leave, and move out of town
He's been so many places; he's been all around
He decided he better throw out his flute
Now he had nothing, just him and his boot.
The little old...