"...And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon They danced to the Flute of the Blew Baboon, On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree, And all were as happy as happy could be..." E. Lear
"...They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon..."
"...They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon..."
("The Owl and the Pussy-cat")
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in thousands of bits to the sky so blue...
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