Antonio Antonio, Antonio Was tired of living alonio. He thought he would woo Miss Lissamy Lu, Miss Lissamy Lucy Molonio. Antonio, Antonio, Rode off on his polo-ponio. He found the fair maid In a bowery shade, A-sitting and knitting alonio. Antonio, Antonio, Said, "If you will be my ownio, I'll love you true, And I'll buy for you An icery creamery conio!" Oh, Nonio, Antonio! You're far too bleak and bonio! And all that I wish, You singular fish, Is that you will quickly begonio." Antonio, Antonio, He uttered a dismal moanio; Then he ran off and hid (Or I'm told that he did) In the Antecatarctical Zonio. |
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