Little Yam Mango.

Little Yam Mango
    Has beautiful eyes,
Also the brightest
    Of scarlet neckties.

Little Yam Mango
    Will never go out;
Being so lazy,
    He's grown very stout.

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The Highlander.

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Saint Nicholas.

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Mister Merryman.

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