THE LAND OF DOODLEDY
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Across a deep and purple sea past yellow mountains high
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Through silver gates with golden key is the land of Doodledy
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Among it�s orangeberry trees and bushes made of silk,
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Autumn drops it�s amber leaves on rivers made of milk.
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Wizards, witches, fairies, elves all live in Doodledy
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Casting spells among themselves, and never,ever die.
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The clever wizard of them all his name is Khul-A-Khan
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In shining boots stands eight feet tall a truly mighty man.
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He has a beard of dazzling white and curly golden hair,
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His eyes are deep as blackest night although his skin is fair.
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The hat he wears upon his head bears strange and mystic signs,
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His robes are green with spots of red and zig-zag wavy lines.
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Khul-A-Khan surveys the land from his castle tower,
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On ramparts made of glass he stands and radiates his power.
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His cave below the castle wall is where he casts his spells
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In a cauldron wide and tall made from twelve church bells.
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He mixes up a mystic brew from rats and bats and grass,
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He stirs this brown and heavy stew with ladels made of brass.
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He has his friends, a one-eyed cat called Tommy Torry Doe
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And an owl so big and fat he calls it Jumbilo !
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They sit and watch the wizard make his spells through clouds of smoke
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Thunder makes the cave to shake no place for mortal folk.
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Many men have challenged Khan in many days gone by
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But even Merlin�s mighty hand to Khan had no reply.
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The secret of a wizard�s spell is in his magic wand
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And from his magic books as well he knows what lies beyond.
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People came from far and near to the Land of Doodledy
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Some came in hope, and some in fear each with the question �why� ?
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Khul-A-Khan would give a cause to each and every one
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This he did without a pause until the day was done
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But this was many years ago and Khul-A-Khan is old,
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Some say a thousand years or more, or so the story�s told.
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So if you have a riddle-ree too hard for any man
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You must go o�er the purple sea to ask of Khul-A-Khan.
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The mighty man will tell no lie and answer in a rhyme,
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But pause - for here in Doodledy there is no track of time.
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You may enter brave and bold a young and healthy man
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But when you leave, you may be old, as old as Khul-A-Khan.
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So far across a purple sea past yellow mountains high,
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Step not through gates with golden key, just dream of Doodledy
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