Oh, I'm going to ride on the flying festoon
I'll jump on his back and I'll whistle a tune
And we'll fly to the outermost tip of the moon
The flying festoon and I
I'm taking a sandwich, a ball and a prune
And we're leaving this evening, precisely at noon
'Cause I'm going to fly with the flying festoon
Just as soon as he learns how to fly
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