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RYGEL'S
SONG
Rygel was once
a naughty thing,
Prone to dance,
And known to
sing,
But then one
day,
There came
a king,
And poor Rygel
did he sling,
from his throne,
Into the street,
Without a single
thing to eat!
Poor Rygel!
Lost and all
alone,
Decided then
that all shall know,
of what is
was to truly moan,
complain,
to grumble,
and to groan.
'From this
day forth!'
He did proclaim,
'Untl the day,
my throne's reclaimed,'
'I shall be
the worst of me,'
'And make your
lives a misery!'
Rygel was once
a naughty thing,
Prone to dance,
To dance and
sing.
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