Mary had a crocodile
Its skin was green and scaly
She kept it calm and docile
With her six-string ukulele.
Its skin was green and scaly
She kept it calm and docile
With her six-string ukulele.
She sung it songs and nursery rhymes
It kept time with its tail
She walked it through the park
Every lunchtime without fail.
It kept time with its tail
She walked it through the park
Every lunchtime without fail.
But then one Thursday morning
Her highest C-string broke
The crocodile's eyes flickered
And its tail stopped mid-stroke.
Her highest C-string broke
The crocodile's eyes flickered
And its tail stopped mid-stroke.
Mary had a crocodile
Or should I rather say
The crocodile had Mary
For lunch on that Thursday.
Or should I rather say
The crocodile had Mary
For lunch on that Thursday.
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