Beside my bed, I took a gander
At a biggish salamander
Oh wait, it must have been illusion
Because a gander’s really goosian
And geese together are a flock
But flocking makes a cluster
And cluster is what grapes will do
When there are more than just a few
Clustered grapes, when stomped, in time
Convert into a lovely wine
But if I drink this wine moreover
I can get a bad hangover
And then I’ll start hallucinatin’
I tell you with all candor
Get thee away from me now, satan
I need to catch a salamander
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