Papa smelt of mama
mama smelt of papa
mama smelt better than papa
mama and papa were a wild rose
but I smelt of wolf cub
and they gave me a spearmint
candy stick when I brought them
water with the mug. Mama and papa
were young. When they got drunk
they were dancing and singing
so intensely that the valley
and the neighbourhood were roaring
then they began to play they were
living in kolkhoz and were happy proletarians.
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