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HANK LAIMER'S KID
Only youngun on the range,
Cutest Irid what is, Got us all upon his string,
Put us out o' biz.
Bring him presents from the town,
Tickles him to death, Little cuss jumps up an' down
.'Til he's out o' breath.
Calls me "nuncle" an' bis maw
Says he loves me, too; Say, if I had one like him,
Don't know what I'd do.
Kids are great, I'm here to say, Greatest things what is,
Get to love 'em an' they'll sure Put you out o' biz.
Bring him presents from the town,
Tickles him to death, Little cuss jumps up an' down
'Til he's out o' breath. |
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