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When I'm all grown
I never will Shake my pointed finger. And if I do Then I sure hope For long it doesn't linger. And I will never Make my kids Eat up their brussel sprouts. And if I do Then I will let Them have themselves a pout. And I sure know That I will not Kiss them before school. And if I do Then I will say It's just a mother's rule. And I will not Shed a tear When they leave out from my thumb. And if I do Then I will know My mother I've become.
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