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The eight good clowns
Were placed in the elephant's carcass The eight good gnomes
Shouted eight songs
Eight good nights
The clowns were tossing and turning The eight evil angels
Won't let the clowns into their gardens The magic potion is strong
And the talented wooden men
They make that potion
Puppets grow from the potion
Grow and explode
Thousands of kind clowns...