There's this thing that I think
that I thought I once knew;
but the thing is I think
that I ain't thunk it through.

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Perhaps this is old,
perhaps this is new,
this odd little thought
I thought I once knew.

~

So I sits and I scritch
and I says to myself,
"Sort your wits slowly,
like plates on a shelf."

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Maybe it's big,
perhaps it is small,
this odd little thought
that I cannot recall.