There once was a plane to Nantucket With white leather seats like big buckets. Some kids rode that plane, Gurgling flutes of champagne, And landed bubbly and sunny in Nantucket.
There was an old maid from Nantucket Who put all her clams in a bucket There she hoped them to save But there came a big wave And discharged all those clams in Nantucket
The kids on the plane to Nantucket Arrived in a state of 'kerplucket' When asked to explain The cause of their game They clinquee(d) les verres in Nantucket
There was a young maid from Australia Who painted her bum like a dahlia The colour was right And the size was just right But the smell of the thing was a failure
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There was an old maid from Nantucket
Who put all her clams in a bucket
There she hoped them to save
But there came a big wave
And discharged all those clams in Nantucket
The kids on the plane to Nantucket
Arrived in a state of 'kerplucket'
When asked to explain
The cause of their game
They clinquee(d) les verres in Nantucket
There was a young maid from Australia
Who painted her bum like a dahlia
The colour was right
And the size was just right
But the smell of the thing was a failure
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