Pull up a chair
And sit on the floor
While I tell you a very familiar tale
You've never heard before
At the dead of night
In the middle of the day
Two dead boys
Went out to play
Back to back
They faced each other
Pulled out their swords
And shot each other
The deaf policeman
Heard the noise
He came and killed
Those two dead boys
And if you don't believe me,
You can ask the blind man
He saw the whole thing...
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