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On top of old Smokey

All covered with cheese

I lost my true lover

When somebody sneezed.

 

She rolled off the table

And onto the floor

And then my true lover

Rolled right out the door.

 

She rolled through the snowbank

And under a bush

And then my poor lover

Was turned into mush.

 

But the mush was so tasty

As tasty can be

And early last summer

She grew into a tree.

 

So when you're on old Smokey

All covered with cheese

Hang onto your lover

And don't ever sneeze.