How I love you Sally Lun,
Better far than any bun,
Better far than raisin cake
Those that mother used to bake,
Don't be foolish any one,
Don't indulge in any pun,
Close yer face. Don't act so silly
Father's pants will soon fit Willie.

How I love you Sally Lun
Other cakes are on the run
Muffins, toast and griddle cakes
Fade away poor stupid fakes
Even butter-scotch seems meek
Multitudes of lobsters sneak,
Close yer face. Don't act so silly
Father's pants will soon fit Willie.

How I love you Sally Lun,
We are having lots of fun
Many pies skip out of sight
Many puddings vanish quite
Fish we fry with mutton fat
Ember days attend to that
Close yer face. Don't act so silly
Father's pants will soon fit Willie.

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