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Run little feet, stop and sing;
Mash down harder on the greasy string.
Jaybird whistles and the catbird sings;
Mash down harder on the greasy string.
My old lady she’s mad at me,
Because I won’t drink ginger tea.
She is good, she is bad;
She gives me the devil when she gets mad.