What’s in its pocket
not a fair riddle
the cat and the spoon and
the high diddle diddle
I ain’t got me no
magic ring
I only have
just three things:
a stone that’s petrified
alien egg
a silver bound oval
of polished jade
and a semisphere of silver
hammered and slight
from which Ike’s visage flashes
when you hold it to the light
What is the song of the day?
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