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Little Joan is asking daddy:
“In the evening I am ready
to eat breakfast. Yummy ! Yummy !
Where's a sausage from my mummy ?”
Rarity ! Rarity ! Honey !
Where are you ? This is not funny !
Rarity ! Missing rarity !
Where are you ? Come on, dear sweety !
Rarity ! Rarity ! Honey !
Where are you ? This is not funny !
Rarity ! Missing rarity !
Where are you ? Come on, dear sweety !
Joan is searching, very busy,
shoes and pockets' little missy,
but she can't feel like a hero.
Any sausage ! Nothing ! Zero !
Rarity ! Rarity ! Honey !
Where are you ? This is not funny !
Rarity ! Missing rarity !
Where are you ? Come on, dear sweety !
Rarity ! Rarity ! Honey !
Where are you ? This is not funny !
Rarity ! Missing rarity !
Where are you ? Come on, dear sweety !
Joan, suddenly, feels the flavor.
"That's my sausage ! What a savor !
It is eaten by somebody !
Came back sausage ! Mummy ! Daddy !"
But the sausage takes it easy.
Any massage to the missy,
any reason to be sorry
because there is a love story.
Joanna's rarity, honey
was lonely. This is not funny !
Now, a flavour of the sweety
is for Poppy. What a pity !
Joanna's rarity, honey
was lonely. This is not funny !
Now, a flavour of the sweety
is for Poppy. What a pity !
Rarity ! Honey !
This is not funny !