Mary Lou was just like you
Frolicking the fields of nevermore
Stopping for fresh-made fondue
A dish she could eat forevermore
The dish was delicious
Her life seemed adventitious
But that's how it is in the fields
Where the leprechauns lay
You can have what you want
Each day is a jaunt
As the nevermore fairy's fly
looking at the blue blue sky
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