"SEE YOU LATER, ALLIGATOR!"

   We are going to live with Pater

   up above in sky so high

   where love is tender, very shy.

   Do you remember apple pie

   that Mother used to make?

  Oh please remember!  Try!  Try! Try!

  for on such love you fly, fly, fly

  into the Heavens high, high, high.

 

 

 

           GOOD BYE, Good Bye, good bye, bye,  bye!

 

 

 

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