Old King Kan was a miserable man

     And a miserable man was he.

He caused his wife both trouble and strife

     And screamed like a wild banshee.

 

A woman more kind you never would find,

    As I think you would surely agree,

But she killed King Kan – ahhh – poor old man -

     And then ran off with the fiddlers three three three

 

            And ran off with the fiddlers, three.

 

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