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My silly,
sweet Susanna,
Is always one for drama,
While walking in her sleep one night,
Was seen without pajamas.
Through
streets of New York City,
Her presence was so pretty,
For underneath the dim streetlights,
You'd see her 'Nitty-Gritty'.
The cops
called her indecent,
And gave to her the treatment,
Like thirty days inside a cell,
Her court date was quite recent.
The judge
said she was guilty,
Because she wore no 'Kilty',
But strolled around with nothing on,
And showed her skin so silky.
Back home
is my Susanna,
She's overcome her trauma,
Now every night when going to bed,
She's sure to wear pajamas.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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