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CThere was an old man named Michael Finnigan GHe grew whiskers on his chinnigan CThe wind came up and blew them in again GPoor old Michael FinnigaCn begin again
CThere was an old mad named Michael Finnigan GHe fell down and broke his shinngain CFolks said “Mike you'll never swim again” GPoor old Michael FinnigCan begin again
CThere was an old man named Michael Finnigan GHe grew fat and then grew thin again CThinner than a safety pinnigan GPoor old Michael FinnigCan begin again