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Mary saw a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb. Mary saw a little lamb, wool as white as snow. Everywhere that Mary went, the lamb was sure to go.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high. Somewhere over the rainbow..how does it go? When you wish upon a star, da-da-da-ta-da-ta-da. I don't remember this at all!

Down by the river, I shot my baby!

Bye, bye Miss American Pie; drove my Chevy to the levee but the levy was dry; And good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singin' "This will be the day that I die, This will be the day that I die."

Ramblin Rose, you're a store-bought woman.