THE CUCKOO CLOCK RANG OUT BRIGHT AND CLEAR
HE'S FINE, HE'S FINE
WILL HE BE MINE?
AND THE TOAD IN THE HOLE CROAKED, OH NO MY DEAR
HE'S FINE, HE'S FINE
HE WILL BE MINE
AS THE CAT ON THE SILL PURRED FROM EAR TO EAR
HE'S FINE, HE'S FINE
JUST KNOW HE'LL BE MINE
BUT SAID I KNOWINGLY WITHOUT ANY FEAR
HE'S FINE, HE'S FINE
AND HE'S MY VALENTINE!
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Author:
AurailiaDiane (
Online) - Published: February 15th, 2026 00:17
- Category: Unclassified
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