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Six little martians
I once knew
Blue ones, green ones,
Striped ones too.
But the one little Martian,
With three eyes in his head,
His hair was purple and his nose
RED, RED, RED.
Down in my backyard
They did land
Flashing, crashing,
Siss, boom, bam.
But the one little Martian
With three eyes in his head,
He said, "How are you ?
HOW COME YOUR NOSE IS NOT RED ?"
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