There’s a fly in the ointment It’s started to sink It slipped on the paper And had a blue drink She’s a bluebottle now And lives with a sheep She forgot about paper But ink stained so deep
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There’s a fly in the ointment It’s started to sink It slipped on the paper And had a blue drink She’s a bluebottle now And lives with a sheep She forgot about paper But ink stained so deep