WHAT SHALL WE SING
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We are twins too, and they say we look alike.
We are so hungry just now we simply cannot tell you a tale.
But we will sing you a song,—if we can think of one.
Hey ding a ding, what shall we sing? How many holes in a skimmer? Four and twenty,—we’re feeling quite empty; Dear Queen, give us some dinner. Hey ding a ding, what shall we sing? Dear Queen, give us some dinner.
WE’RE FEELING QUITE EMPTY