I am a man of few relations
and them across the sea
I am the root of your extension
A ladder to your knee
It takes the day before tomorrow
A thirteen letter verb
It comes in white and green and violet
And makes a sound unheard
We took a walk by the lake
Threw a knife in the cake
We clapped our hands and rejoiced
I play with 300 boys
I'll take old-fashioned flying saucers
And give them to the tribe
A horse in space can't win no races
If that horse ain't alive
The test reveals a greyish color
That comes from too much love
A wino in the street once sold me
A worn out paper cup
We took a walk by the lake
Threw a knife in the cake
We clapped our hands and rejoiced
I play with 300 boys
I am a man of no reflection
A flapper dapper Dan
I'll take advantage of the homesick
And make love to the hand
The test reveals a greyish color
That comes from too much love
Take heed the master romes the hallway
Beware his fiendish hug
Ah Ahhh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh
I play with 300 boys
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I play with 300 boys
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I play with 300 boys
I give them cookies and toys
I play with 300 boys