SHE wants to go unto the shore, And pack her trunk With gowns no one has seen before, And all such junk. But I would seek some far off place Where I `m unknown, And let my whiskers deck my face, And be alone. She sighs for parties and for teas, They are her wish; I merely want to take my ease And loaf and fish. She wants to lead a life that`s grand, In silken skirts; I want to wear old trousers and My outing shirts.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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