There once was a girl from Nantucket
Who grew tired of her barn till she mucked it.
But having scraped up the piles, she broke out in smiles --
Ah, fresh bedding and flowers in the buckets.
Who grew tired of her barn till she mucked it.
But having scraped up the piles, she broke out in smiles --
Ah, fresh bedding and flowers in the buckets.
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