My banana is yellow, it once was green. I found it beside a tumbleing stream. I took it home, and put it to sleep When it woke I brought it to meet my sheep I left it at home when I went to the beach And sent postcards to my home at Lingseach When I retuned my banana had died I could tell by the smell, or maybe it did hide?
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