Nedved, Oh Nedved
¶ 1
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Nedved, oh Nedved,
Your wife bought you a bedspread,
But it’s too bright,
Reflects the light,
And now you really dread bed.
¶ 2
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Nedved, oh Nedved,
No need to paint your shed red.
A simple coat
Of creosote
Will do, my brother Fred said.
¶ 3
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Nedved, oh Nedved,
Your roses need a dead-head.
They need a clip,
A little snip,
Then watch that blooming red spread.
¶ 4
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Nedved, oh Nedved,
You left the sunny Med red.
The Slovenes say
You passed their way,
But then you quickly fled Bled.
¶ 5
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Nedved, oh Nedved,
More sturdy than a bedstead.
It’s plain to tell
You dine quite well,
And are not simply fed bread.
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