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O svoji touze
Trumpeta dlouze
Troubi.
Troubenim dava do sveta takovou vec.
Takovou vec, kterou nejdrive zakrouti nahoru,
Zakrouti nahoru, a potom zatroubi dolu.
Dolu a dolu a dolu a dolu a dolu.
Tak, jak se prochazi lanem obilnych stvolu.
O svoji touze
Trumpeta dlouze
Troubi a za ni jde pan.
O, zkrouceny pan.
Troubi si takovou vec,
Kterou nakonec zakrouti smerem k nam.
O, a klasy mu nakrmi plechovy chrtan

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