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The Magic Doughnut Tree Orchard
When I was young, I heard this song,My Grampy sang it, all day long.This is the song, my Grampy sang,Of magic trees, where---goodies hang-----The Doughnut Trees, the Doughnut Trees,They grow wild, at Grampy B’s.Yes, doughnuts grow, in tiny packs,So do M&M’s, and Cracker Jacks.When I go to bed, I dream all night,Of Twinkies filled, with cream delight.The cupcakes dance, with Tiger Tails,And Milk Duds are, as big as whales!There’s quarters, and green dollar bills.This orchard is, a million thrills!Peanut Butter Cups, and some Ho Ho’s,Li’l Pecan Pies, how I love those.Bit-O-Honey, neat Hot Wheel Cars,Real Butterfingers, and Mountain Bars.Yes, on those trees, this good stuff grows,I---don’t know how, but---my Grampy knows.He says, I think---that---mean ol’ cat,Sneaks out at night, and does all that.I’m sure he’s right, and I agree,‘Cause---ever’ mornin’---I would---see------Limbs---plum full, of---happy things,And that is why---my Grampy---sings-------The---Doughnut Trees, the Doughnut Trees,They grow wild, at---Grampy---B’s-----------by Arley M. Bischoff (aka Grampy B)
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