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“Song jingle idea: Female soprano: At Axes and Saxophones we sell axes and saxophones. Come on in and buy an axe or a saxophone. Male falsetto voice: Why are you telling me about axes and saxophones? Don’t you know I work at Axes and Saxophones? I repair used ducks.”

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Ducks are the stars of the karaoke bird world

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