カタツムリの唄 |
08月25日 (火) |
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Four and twenty tailors
Went to kill a snail,
The best man among them
Durst not touch her tail;
She put out her horns
Like a little Kyloe cow,
Run, tailors, run,
Or she'll kill you all e'en now.
Oh,there are three snails, not a snail!
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