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Thirty days have Septober
April, June, and no wonder
All the rest have peanut butter
All except my dear grandmother
She had a little red tricycle
I stole it
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
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I am in love with my little red tricycle
It has pedals
And a seat that has springs
And wheels that have spokes
That don't speak 'til they're spoken to
And a little bell that I can ring
See?
See?
Thirty days have Septober
April, June, and no wonder
All the rest have peanut butter
All except my dear grandmother
She had a little red tricycle
Its mine now! Ha ha ha ha ha ha
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When I am riding my little red tricycle,
Why do people always stop and ask me?
"Why must you ride on that little red tricycle?
Act your age, you know you're forty-three."
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I didn't really steal the tricycle from my grandmother
It followed me home
Ha ha ha ha
