I once knew a man named Leo,
but he was not Cleo.
Cleo, Cleo, with eyes so blue,
this man could not have been you.
His eyes were red, always red.
Yours are blue.
I think he drank too much.
In fact, I know he did, and that is why
I once knew him, for he is in the ground,
now, and no one knows him anymore.
Cleo, Cleo!
Keep those eyes blue!
Abstain from alcohol, whatever you do.
But then you already do embibe, don't you?
Catnip Cleo.
What am I to do?
With you?
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