Sparkle, sparkle little crown
Get your kicks up and down town
Running round in that ball gown
Turn that frown upside down
Twinkle, twinkle little star
To the end it isn’t far
Shoot a bit higher then you are
You’ll probably crash that damn car
Sprinkle, sprinkle little rain
Hitting children with your cane
Don’t want to miss your only train
Beep out where our songs profane
Wonder, wonder little child
Are you going a bit wild?
They ask you to please remain mild
I think they may have misdialed
Fake it, fake it little boy
Or you will be just a toy
Are you acting a bit coy?
Or it this just your only joy
Thank me, thank me little girl
For the bouncing little curl
You make some folks want to hurl
Because for none you will unfurl
Smoking, smoking little pipe
Graciously you aim and snipe
Do you think these words are ripe?
Or all night shall I sit and type?
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