I'LL hold the buttercup under your chin

so, you fair little baby-o!

Ah, you will love butter, day out and in, for

there's a gold light on your dimple-o:

And you shall have butter so good and sweet.

Ho! Silverhorn, feed on the clover and

grass,

For the buttercup says my love will love but-

ter, and the buttercup's saying will come

to pass!

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