The higher up the berry tree the sweeter grow the berries. The more you hug and kiss a girl the more she wants to marry. The berry tree's a wise old tree the sweetest fruit is hidden. But marrying up with any girl is just like going to prison. Fe fi fiddle de de out a wondering alone and free, Depends on where I want to be and if I want company I'll find a gal who is fair of face and with her I will tarry. We'll settle down so peacefully and we will plant a berry tree. And she will be just right for me. And that's the gal I'll marry.
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