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Come visit we, in our far off tree
We’ll show you around the place

Duck your head, watch where you tread
We haven’t very much space

It’s enough for us, we don’t like fuss
Now, don’t be shy or daunted

Just come inside, where we abide
We hope this tree’s not haunted!

Find a chair or two, that must fit you
Else sit upon the floor

Take off your shoes, and have a snooze
Be sure you shut the door


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