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Little wheels came rumbling
On a little cloud of tar
And the skull-and-bony driver
Said lad, are you going far

Said I wish I could go backwards
All the way back to the sun
Then I’d wrap my feet in golden sheets
When threshing time was done

Said the driver, oh my lovely,
Won’t you dive into the tar
And the little wheels went tumbling
Oh my little crowded car

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