Twenty-one in pink pajamas,

Purple grapes in her bananas.

Chicken bones and onion rings,

Tonight's the night the parrot sings.


Forty-two in always blue,

Blue the colour not the mood.

Pink is bad and bad's not good,

Just make sure that's understood.


Sixty-nine it doesn't matter,

Madder than the maddest hatter.

Wisdom of the savvy type,

Blowing on the shepherd's pipe.

The End

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