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ROSY
Rosy, bosy and Cozy,
Three princes of Littlefench
Set out on a journey
With all that they could fend
When the sun was high
Rosy said she was sorry
She was hurt to her tigh
And could no more hurry
Seeking for a shade to hide
Bosy and cosy were left to ask why
And still could not find
An answer to her cry
But to bind their little minds
On their mile
Suddenly, there was a "war"
As they did move
For Bosy said he was sure
That the road was too rough
So, they fought and could not
Continue nor return.
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