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Riding Song

Flippity-flop!  Flippity-flop!
Here comes the butcher to bring us a chop
  Cantering, cantering down the wide street
  On his little bay mare with the funny white feet;
Cantering, cantering out to the farm,
Stripes on his apron and basket on arm.
  Run to the window and tell him to stop -
  Flippity-flop!  Flippity-flop!

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