The pink cheeks of Rosalyn
Have twenty four petals
As she picks up the duster
And does twirls like the devil...
Her Maj ick is all about her...
Gooey gooey goop
And beautiful chicken soup
And lovely chicken pot roast
For my Rosalyn and all her pals
And all the good guys and gals
As bishoodooodoo runs away
Dead and gone as Rosalyn dusts away!
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