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There was an owl lived in an oak,
Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle; And all the words he ever spoke
Were Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle. A sportsman chanced to come that way,
Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle: Says he, " I'll shoot you, silly bird;
So Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle."
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