O the Little Rusty Dusty Miller
O the little rusty dusty miller,
Dusty was his coat,
Dusty was his colour,
Dusty was the kiss I got from the miller.
If I had my pockets
Full of gold and silver,
I would give it all
To my dusty miller.
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Now that her dolly has grown up and moved out, Miss Polly is on the hunt for other sick, lonely and vulnerable creatures to smother with love and dodgy herbal cure-alls. She believes that Old Mac will help her find these poor dears and has signed on as his receptionist.