there once was a girl in the olden days grew weary of men with a roving gaze farewell fickle lovers goodbye goodbye for i m falling in love with the man in the sky the man in the sky he walks in haste with three bright buckles around his waist with a great dog near and a little dog nigh and a steady gleam in his golden eye the girl went out on a windy hill and cried when the night was dark and still come down come down you man in the sky or else i am likely to pine and die the man in the sky didn t stop to talk he went right on with his evening walk and the great dog howled and the little dog whined and the girl grew cold in the rising wynd she took to her bed from the light of the sun but when sun his course had run she went to window so high so high and waited and watched orion go by the man in the sky he walks in haste with three bright buckles around his waist with a great dog near and a little dog nigh and a gleam for her in his golden eye one night she stood on her windowsill and stepped right out on the highest hill and climbed to the place where the planets are and jumped from there to the nearest star she rocked in cassiopeia s chair and waked the dragon and roused the bear and the great dog howled and the little dog whined and the girl grew cold in the rising wynd she found orion at last and then she found he was just like other men when on his shoulder her head shed lay his eye was a million miles away the great dog howled and the little dog whined and the girl grew cold in the rising wynd and the dragon snarled and the lion roared and the stars flew by in a golden horde this tale has a moral brief to tell and i won t go on for you know it well remember the girl from the days gone by who fell in love with the man in the sky she rocked in cassiopeia s chair and waked the dragon and roused the bear and where the buried her i forget but the man in the sky isn t married yet1
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