She lives on dingle lane,
she has music in her head.
When she walks down the road,
She sings aloud, So, Sid said.
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She sings in a fantastic way,
her eyes are always shining bright.
She was with her owner,
going for a walk tonight.
She was howling and a singing,
showing a toothy grin.
The noise she was making
was a right old din.
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