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Lilith was a mail-order bride/ whose prospects didn't suit her,
For she was made of snips and snails/ all spice and hold the sugar.
She sprouted wings, she flew the coop/ she swam in fire and waters,
She met boys and snakes and angels/ and she had twelve lovely daughters
And that girl you like, yes, that one/ with hands sticky to the elbow,
She's a grand-niece or a cousin/ as you'll find out on the morrow.