Fiddleeebod

We are the cranberries 3

Not one of us has a knee

We live in a log not far from the bog

And dine on peppermint tea

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We are the cranberries 3

You won’t find us climbing a tree

We roll all around the nice soggy ground

The finest of berries are we, are we

The finest of berries are we

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