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Cling City Musicians
unclung all their singers.
All Clingers unclung,
'till their weren't any Clingers.

Soon they all flew
and they yelled, "Whoop-de-doo!"
For they knew that their days
of tight clinging were through.

They flew out to sea,
but the King was quite wrong.
The sea was the place
where all Clingers belong.

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