Oh poor skull
Of which you belong to
And the brain that thought for me
Oh, what a jolly baron am I
With cradled icing to hold us
Oh more full
Of songs you sing to
And the whistle that you played for me
Oh, what a foolish
Jolly baron am I
With cradled icing to hold us
How is it that you've grown
Do the welded prior hours moan
Surely you've heard the voice of soul
Since I've departed from
Oh, what a slumbered
Foolish jolly baron am I
With cradled icing to hold us
I'll be silent
So I can hear your silence
Its arrangement crisp and brings blind sight
It gives me language of everything right I write
Oh, what a spoiled
Slumbered foolish jolly baron am I
With cradled icing to hold us

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