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Inthe Land of Rinktum,
(Riddle, riddle, rink,)
All the happy people-weople
Never stop to think.
Through the streets they laughing go,
Courtesying to high and low,
With a nod, and a wink,
With a jig, and a jink,
Happy land of Rinktum Rink!
I will go there too, I think.
In the land of Rinktum,
(Riddle, riddle, rink!)
Every little noisy-boysy
Lemonade may drink.
In the street, all a-row,
Lemon fountains fall and flow
With a splash, and a dash,
With a gold and silver flash.
Happy land of Rinktum Rink!
I will go there too, I think.
In the Land of Rinktum,
(Riddle, riddle, rink,)
Every bud’s a rosy-posy,
Every weed’s a pink.
Candy shops, lollipops,
Barking dogs and humming-tops,
Happy land of Rinktum Rink!
I will go there, too, I think.