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Song of a Starving Artist

 
     Oh castor oil,
     Oh castor oil,
Forever will I taunt you.

     Oh castor oil,
     Oh castor oil,
I wish Ol’ Schnook would haunt you.

         Miss Harriet sings your wondrous charms.
         I’d rather saw off both my arms.

     Oh castor oil,
     Oh castor oil,
My cookies do not want you.

 

 

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Written by macheide

11 November 2014 at 5:46 pm

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