Let me tell you about something cheery
An invention that is whigmaleerie
Some people said you cannot trust
The power of my time dust
You'll see the future
You'll see the past
For a few minutes
You'll have a blast
Just hold the dust in your hand
And when you blow
You'll see something grand
You'll see yourself living a dream
Just make a wish
It can be anything
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