A luck, a lack, a lo

Woe, you toes, cried the saucerman

Oh loo low lally, sang the buffalofriend

Where’s all me rolleos gone, whistled carefree Macgregor

Apples ahoy, frittered old Sangfroid the taster

And on and on it goes and on and on it rolls

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