Golden Birdies
Those little golden birdies look at them 
And the mystic Egypt tossle dangling down 
Old sleeper-man shish, don`t wake him 
Up one hand broom star was an obi-man 
Revered throughout the bone-knob land 
His magic black purse slit creeped open, 
Let go flocks of them 
Shish sookie singabus 
Snored like a red merry-go-round horse 
And an acid gold bar swirled up and down, 
Up and down, in back of the singabus 
And the panataloon duck white goose neck quacked 
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Writer/s: DON VAN VLIET