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Who stole the lake?

The frightful bandits

 

with their hats full of feathers,

they stole the lake.

 

When did they steal it?

When the sun was covered

 

with a cloud full of needles,

it was then they stole it.

 

Who shall retrieve it?

The hatless harrier

 

creeping through the brambles,

he shall retrieve it.

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