Written by Desert Sun
January 30, 2004
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One, two,
Sons for you;
Three, four,
Don't be sore;
Five, six,
They're in a fix;
Seven, eight,
So they'll be late;
Nine, ten,
When they come in;
Eleven, twelve,
Contain yourself;
Thirteen, fourteen,
In order to win;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Be glad for them;
Seventeen, eighteen,
And give a grin;
Nineteen, twenty,
With teeth a plenty.
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(Revision of One, Two, Buckle My Shoe)