There once was a man named Ray
Who said, “in the month of May
It is my sole goal
To dance around the Maypole.
But my girl she refuses to play!”
There Once Was a Man Named Ray
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There once was a man named Ray
Who said, “in the month of May
It is my sole goal
To dance around the Maypole.
But my girl she refuses to play!”
There once was a man named Ray
Who composed a poem once a day.
A young lady called Rose
Said, “that’s nought but prose.
And your hair has turned quite grey!”.