Once upon a time
There was a dizy king
And celebrations everyday
It was his just one think
At night in shine of moon
They playi so pretty tunes
The favorite kings band
Called a Chanahgurd
All kingdom far from kingdom
All people far from self
There is a lot of freedom
After clock goes twelwe
A pig will be in stomach
A vine will be in head
Musicians playing romance
Till party goes to end
And in the end of night
All guests will be on floor
A truth is very easy
Make alcohol not war
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