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Cynthia "Humphries Cottage" Neilson

It's Humphries Cottage

For my guests, a bocce song:


Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the Queen of a tourney called the Cup

In Eastern Ontario born and raised
On the bocce court was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all throwing some bocce-ball outside of the school
When a particular guy who was up to no good

Started laying claim in my cottage-hood
I got in one little fight and the peanut gallery got drunk
They said, "Move over rat doggy the gallery is here.

Syed back up, this isn't your year" 

I whistled for my crew and when they came near
The peanut gallery said "Fresh" and it had bocce cat in the mirror
If anything I could say that this crew was wild
But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "Yo, home to the final"

I pulled up to the final about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the competition, "Yo ho smell ya later."
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the winner of 20-18.

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