There is a window with a view
And a lion with a lute
Who's quite the minstrel
There is a ship out in the harbor
With a shipment of all spoons
Forks could lead to violence
And it's mast is a shape
That wraps around all it's corners
That I will call a globe
And our ship it flies the highest
Plucked upwards by six ladies
All with golden locks
All with golden locks
All with golden locks
All with golden locks

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