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A little piece of Poland,
A little piece of France,
A little piece of Austria,
And Hungary, perchance!
A little slice of Turkey,
And all that that entails,
And then a bit of England, Scotland, Ireland and Wales!

A little nip of Norway,
A little spot of Greece,
A little hunk of Hungary,
Oh what a lovely feast!
A little bite of Belgium,
And now for some dessert,
Armenia, Albania and Russia wouldn't hurt!

 

I'll cook you cake and gingerbread, bring you tea in bed, on a tray
We'll slave while you go fishin', you'll get permission to run and play
These tears oughta show you I care, come back, by crackin' we"ll share the happiest home in these hills, in these hills

 

Up on the shore they work all day,
Out in the sun they slave away,
While we devotin',
Full time to floatin',
Under the sea.

 

So whistle while you work.

 

When you get in trouble and you don't know right from wrong,
Give a little whistle!
Give a little whistle!

When you meet temptation and the urge is very strong,
Give a little whistle!
Give a little whistle!

Not just a little squeak,
Pucker up and blow.
And if your whistle's weak, yell "Jiminy Cricket!"

Take the straight and narrow path and if you start to slide,
Give a little whistle!
Give a little whistle!

And always let your conscience be your guide.

 

We represent the Lollipop Guild
The Lollipop Guild, the Lollipop Guild
And in the name of The Lollipop Guild...
We wish to welcome you to Munchkin Land.

 

Oompa loompa doompadee doo
They are all slaves in need of rescue
Oompa loompa doompadee dees
Their legs are weird 'cause he broke their knees

 

I've given you sunshine, I've given you dirt,
You've given me nothing, But heartache and hurt,
I'm beggin' you sweetly, I'm down on my knees,
Oh, please,
Grow for me!

 

We dated through high school
And when the big day came
I wrote into your book
Next to my name:

"Roses are red, my love.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet, my love.
But not as sweet as you."

 

Call up your men, dilly dilly,
set them to work,
Some with a rake, dilly dilly,
some with a fork;
Some to make hay, dilly dilly,
some to thresh corn,
Whilst you and I, dilly dilly,
keep ourselves warm.

Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly,
lavender’s green,
When I am king, dilly, dilly,
you shall be queen.

 

Let me tell ya a story about a boll weevil
Now, some of you may not know, but a boll weevil is an insect.
And he's foundmostly where cotton grows.
Now, where he comes from, hm, nobody really knows.
But this is the way the story goes.

The farmer said to the boll weevil
"I see you're on the square"
Boll weevil said to the farmer
"Say yep! My whole darn family's here"

The farmer said to the boll weevil
"Say, why do you pick my farm?"
The weevil just laughed at the farmer 'n' said "
We ain't gonna do ya much harm"

 

If I Were King Of The Forest,
Not queen, not duke, not prince,
My regal robes of the forest
Would be satin, not cotton, not chintz.

 

He whistled and he sang
Til the greenwoods rang
And he won the heart of a la-a-ady

 

I dreamed that in the fields one day,
The corn gave me a sign,
Your eleven sheaves of corn,
All turned and bowed to mine,
My sheaf was was quite a sight to see,
A golden sheaf and tall,
Yours were green and second-rate,
And really rather small.

 

The corn is as high as a elephant's eye
And it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky

 

Who will buy this wonderful feeling?
I'm so high I swear I could fly,
Me oh my, I don't want to lose it,
So what am I to do, to keep the sky so blue?
There must be someone who will buy.

 

Let's go fly a kite
Up to the highest height
Let's go fly a kite
And send it soaring.

 

Now Chil the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free—
The herds are shut in byre and hut,
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call! — Good hunting, all,
That keep the Jungle Law!

 

Walking through forests of palm tree apartments
Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
Down by the waterhole, drunk every Friday
Eating their nuts, saving their raisins for Sunday
Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows
They're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows

Well, let's bungle in the jungle
Well, that's all right by me, yes
Well, I'm a tiger when I want love
But I'm a snake if we disagree

 

When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

 

I don't want to be your tiger
Cuz tigers play too rough
I don't want to be your lion
Cuz lions ain't the kind you love enough

 

And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that's all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.

 

In the jungle, the mighty jungle
The lion sleeps tonight

 

In the cage my life began;
Well I know the worth of Man.
By the Broken Lock that freed--
Man-cub, 'ware the Man-cub's breed!
Scenting-dew or starlight pale,
Choose no tangled tree-cat trail.

Pack or council, hunt or den,
Cry no truce with Jackal-Men.
Feed them silence when they say:
"Come with us an easy way."
Feed them silence when they seek
Help of thine to hurt the weak.

Make no bandar's boast of skill;
Hold thy peace above the kill.
Let nor call nor song nor sign
Turn thee from thy hunting-line.
(Morning mist or twilight clear,
Serve him, Wardens of the Deer!)

Wood and Water, Wind and Tree,
Jungle-Favour go with thee!