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There once was a man from Nantucket, which was south of Nanturker. And he
who is without sin is not Canadian. He is from the land of
honey and chocolate. There may have been cheese there, but he forgets. Once in a while he would
put on his tutu and frolic through his vegetable patch. It was his very favourite thing to do on a rainy day. All the people passing by would watch
stuff. But not much stuff. How's my hair? Good, maybe, but then
you'll feed from my bottom. That's right when we go on father and sone picnic, you can feed on my
