Dashing Youth
There was a prince of York town,
Who walked a higgeldy pidgeldy pace at his workplace;
Who wouldn't know him,
His silky hair and silky trousers.
He wore a woven hat on his head,
He walked a mile to his workplace,
He loved his wooden hearth at home,
Who wouldn't love the summer clouds!
The rain pours in at 12 o'clock,
Party time, tea time let us see;
We shall work together at a pretty pace!
Who knows what work we do,
Classification at yore paces,
Let us tap dance for today.
Who walked a higgeldy pidgeldy pace at his workplace;
Who wouldn't know him,
His silky hair and silky trousers.
He wore a woven hat on his head,
He walked a mile to his workplace,
He loved his wooden hearth at home,
Who wouldn't love the summer clouds!
The rain pours in at 12 o'clock,
Party time, tea time let us see;
We shall work together at a pretty pace!
Who knows what work we do,
Classification at yore paces,
Let us tap dance for today.
10:55 AM
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