Hickwall in his withers, the old mule whinced. Till he saw it was a
Hickwall, and they both began to dance. It doesn't take one to know one.
It doesn't take one to know anybody. Time flew by for hours, much to her
Distress. Till the postman brought a letter, and proposed a game of
Chess. It doesn't take one to know anybody. Leaves played with a
Windfall, the toys with him alone. Till a straydog came to see him, and
They found themselves a home. It doesn't take one to know one. It doesn't
Take one to know anybody. I planned a long vacation\ldots that's what I
Should do.




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