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I have a little something Of which I am very proud Not that I am one to brag Or shout it way out loud It is not there for everyone To stop, and stand, and stare I keep it hidden out of sight Just to show I care I don’t mind someone close to me Who would like a crafty peek So long as they are not cheeky By giving it a tweak I have had it simply ages Yet it is still as good as new Though now that winter has set in It has turned a funny hue No doubt by now you are certain You know just what it is Yes, that’s right you have guessed it It was just my Bizzie Liz At least that’s what I call it Its stops the wagging tongue Perhaps you have a name for it And therefore I am wrong. |
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