A ball with the lace
Came right to her face
She thought all was over
Shell now be a rover
But all was not lost
There is of course a small cost
But she’ll still have her pretty face
No matter the case
Don’t look down look up
Everyone around knows what’s up
So stop and hold that head high
Don’t frown and give a sigh
The pain will be over soon
Joy will come with the new moon
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