Bing Crosby
Something Sort of Grandish
Children, if you help me find the little gold crockYou can have anything that's made in fairylandThere'll be things plenty for allishWondrish toys and magic tricksElectrish trains and basket ballishMintish drops and licorice stickLife will be keenish all halloweenishAnd jelly beanish tooWith ice-cream, and cakishAnd soda to supAnd no bellyacheishTo wakeish you upThere will be such delicious dishesAnd will end to this daffyish plotWe will go from wretch to richesWhen we'll find that goldish potThere will be chocolate castishWith hot-dogs, and mustishBut cheers! ev'rybodyshMust fastish come trough
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