Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last squeezing.
Whose small dimples and bright pips through the perilous fight
Over the ramparts we watched was so gallantly singing.
And the lemons yellow glare. The pips pinging in air
Gave proof through the night that our lemon was there
Oh say, does that yellow dimpled lemon sing yet?
Over the land of the cheese and the home of the bread.
Trudy in the Sky with Lemons
Picture yourself on a lemon on a river
Under lemon trees and lemon sky
Somebody calls you, you answer quite lemony A lemon with dimply eyes.
Bunches of lemons of yellow and yellow
Hanging over your head
Look at the lemon with the sun on its peel
And its gone.
Trudy in the sky with lemons
Trudy in the sky with lemons
Trudy in the sky with lemons
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