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Stray dog

Stray Dog walks the streets each day,
Collecting the peas as he walks to and fro;
Big peas, little peas, every which kind of pea.

Come Monday, he finds a pea.
Come Tuesday, he bags the pea.
Come Wednesday, he shows the pea to his son.
Come Thursday, the pea kicks and screams.
Come Friday, he grinds up the pea.
Come Saturday, he buries the pea outside; the pea is in the ground,
And by Sunday, it can't be found.
Good night, young pea... Good night, young pea.