Kumquats, kumquats,
Shrunken orange fruit.
Kumquats, kumquats,
Your sweet nectar is repute

Sure, there isn't much to you,
And you're mainly filled with pips,
But I really want to chew you,
And taste you on my lips.

Kumquats, kumquats,
So miniscule that it's cute.
Kumquats, kumquats,
Your sweet nectar is repute.

Sometimes it's fun just to pretend;
That I'm a citrus-loving giant,
And you're my little orange friends.

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