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The Merry Month of May
Pinch, punch, first of the month,
and no returns, they said.
However, I'd got my second wind
and gave them the third degree.
May the fourth be with them and protect them
from the revenge of the fifth.
At sixes and sevens,
while one over the eighth,
they went down like ninepins.
I wouldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole,
although this one goes up to eleven!
All in the merry month of May.
and no returns, they said.
However, I'd got my second wind
and gave them the third degree.
May the fourth be with them and protect them
from the revenge of the fifth.
At sixes and sevens,
while one over the eighth,
they went down like ninepins.
I wouldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole,
although this one goes up to eleven!
All in the merry month of May.
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