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There was a baboon, 
Holding a balloon, 
And playing a bassoon 
Just like a buffoon. 
A silkworm in a cocoon 
Adorned with festoon, 
Be put on a spoon,  
Fallen into a spittoon. 
I do have a croon, 
Who is a dragoon, 
Who can write lampoon, 
His weapon is a harpoon, 
Used to catch fish in lagoon. 
I know a poltroon, 
Living in a saloon, 
Wearing a coat of shalloon, 
Who can cook macaroon, 
For his lunch every noon, 
Or  for supper under moon, 
Sometimes feed a raccoon. 
Some soldiers from Rangoon. 
They form a platoon,  
Crossing a river on pontoon, 
Either through a monsoon, 
Or even in a typhoon, 
Not caring for swoon. 
Let's tell the story soon. |   
 
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