The seven dwarfs were walking,
Down the street and then up the hill,
Whistling a merry tune so shrill.
With pickaxes on their shoulders,
And bright and cheery faces,
Looking smart in overalls and bootlaces.
Every morning they went out,
With a merry tune and a shoutout,
With a spring in every energetic step.
Every evening they returned weary,
After a hard day’s wo…
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