Poly-Amorous
I love a girl at the end of our street
She’s good-looking and glamorous
I think that her name is Polly
Which, if true, would make me Polly-amorous
She’s the only girl for me now
But I think I may be missing a trick
When I told others of my new love
They said I’d got hold of the wrong end of the stick
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