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Dear Jane I

track And you're on it I hear you're counting sheep again Mary Jane What's the point of trying to dream anymore I hear you're losing weight again Mary Jane

at home the spiders I loved dearly I felt a little sad as I walked through the classroom door, But then I saw more children than I'd ever seen before. "Ah ha!" I

In the back of the bottom drawer I don't keep these things because I'm longing to go back I keep them because I want to stay right were I'm at I'm reminded

only nine I was not to blame Now my heart must grow beyond the shame. Chorus: Dear God, keep and eye on Little Angels As they lay down to sleep I pray

listen for a while to me While I relate of a dreadful murder Which happened on the briny sea Andrew Ross*, an Orkney Sailor Whose sufferings now I will

natives that even baby Coolidge was to be spared an ounce of pain. How I came to be spared, by the grace of God, I shall never know. I had been

Russell Simmons I'm funky, spunky, I clock bread like Wonder I'll jump up and flex, make you think I'm Jane Fonda I shiggity slam Rito, I'm laid back

see deacon Jones When he rattles the bones, Old parson Brown foolin' 'roun like a clown, Aunt Jemima who is past eighty three, Shoutin' "I'm full o'

give her one gold piece Then I can give her three For I'm called John Barbour And I've plow the raging sea I've plow the raging sea I've plow the raging