  Onklo Karlo, he's a duck, and I love him dearly, 'Cause he loves all little girls, amusing them so queerly By catching in his mouth the nuts which he hurls in the air, And making paper cones to stand just almost anywhere; Or holding apples on a pole stuck right upon his nose, And balancing the little girls just straight upon his toes. He always has good candy—the kind I love to eat— Made of delicious goodies that taste so nice and sweet. He tells most wondrous stories of sky and land and sea, And never seems to weary of pleasing little me; And jokes, he knows so many his store will ne'er give out, They make me laugh and giggle and sometimes even shout; But here's a joke on Onklo—I wonder if he knows |
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