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    There are thirteen headless turtles
    Hanging on a line
    Their severed heads would snap a stick
    And break your finger pretty quick
    The blood is draining from their necks
    And out into the grass
    The flies are buzzing all around
    A hatchet sticking in the ground

    The river looks like chocolate milk
    It's foaming at the banks
    The snakes come out to sun themselves
    You think you've died and gone to hell
    I found one in the yard
    So i gave it to the dog
    She barked and got it by the head
    And flung it round till it was dead
    And it's summer here

    Out behind the barber shop
    The barber's burning hair
    He lights it laughing to himself
    He knows you can't escape the smell
    The smoke is rising from the pile
    And out into the town
    It stings your eyes and burns your nose
    And makes it's way all through your clothes
    And it's summer here

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