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(Sung by the savages as they danced round the Latin grammar master, in a hamper with his head shaved, while two savages floured him, before putting him to the fire to be cooked)
Choo a choo a choo tooth.
Muntch, muntch. Nycey!
Choo a choo a choo tooth.
Muntch, muntch. Nycey!
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