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In a time between sometime and now or whenever,
When warm summer days seem to stretch on forever,
...
With his spiky back legs Thunkin whacks the black thing
That was snapping right at him to give him a sting.
It flies in the air and lands hard with a plunk-it!
A spider goes flying? Oh, who would a' thunk it?
...
Where the jungle trees end in the tall sandy dunes
By the waves of a sea lit by two silver moons.
When warm summer days seem to stretch on forever,
...
With his spiky back legs Thunkin whacks the black thing
That was snapping right at him to give him a sting.
It flies in the air and lands hard with a plunk-it!
A spider goes flying? Oh, who would a' thunk it?
...
Where the jungle trees end in the tall sandy dunes
By the waves of a sea lit by two silver moons.