Sometimes late when things are real.
And people share the gift of gab.
Between themselves.
Some are quick to take the bait.
And catch the perfect prize.
That waits among the shelves.
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Dolphin.
That he didn't, didn't already have.
And cause never was the reason for the evening.
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad.
And all my friends are skeletons.
They beat the rhythm with their bones!
Spoondolphin. Oh, hmm.
Spoondolphin, come together with your hands!
Save me, I'm together with your plan.
Save me. Save me, yeah!
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