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Harpie, I hope if you wear bell bottoms and bells on the black patten leather shoes,
and no mice or moles crawl up to bite the stubby nose, while ya' hoe or rake weed.
It only takes a 'forty by sixty' foot garden plot. Where can one find more enjoyment?
Hum in friendly mood with a tune, as if when the eyes close, you no loathe humans.
Octet. I agree. It's time for confession. No fear garden moles. 'O`moan, thee groans?
O hungry.
O Justice!
Shine hoe.
Haul dung.
Grow grub.
Ay, Harpie,
O ya happy.