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Happy Tune
Time goes by.
And i dont know why.
Its going all with sly...
When the flowers bloom
and the waters gloom.
When the wind and sun
to cheer i won.
I wake up in blazing ray.
Open my eyes, and shake awake.
I get up, and head up,
to the outside world of to,day.
I walk to the park, i sing with lark.
What a march.
I whistle a tune, and i sing a song.
The rhythm of the wild, will along.
maybe the clouds, will hear my voice.
Hear loud, there is no choice.
So hear my cry, till you are dry.
When the robin sings,
i await till the flap of wings.
The afternoon,
when the sun is hot.
When the outside world
is boiling pot.
I hear a call,
from the light o wall.
The squirrels play,
and they chase along.
The dry road,
is till cold...
I end in school
so i had to lure.
A white hare,
OUT OF MY HAIR.
and so on, so on.
*sadder.. tune*
The even ing, the shimmering...
the end of day, the end of way..
but cheer up, little fellow..
this isnt the end.. of the world...
Time goes by.
And i dont know why.
Its going all with sly...
When the flowers bloom
and the waters gloom.
When the wind and sun
to cheer i won.
I wake up in blazing ray.
Open my eyes, and shake awake.
I get up, and head up,
to the outside world of to,day.
I walk to the park, i sing with lark.
What a march.
I whistle a tune, and i sing a song.
The rhythm of the wild, will along.
maybe the clouds, will hear my voice.
Hear loud, there is no choice.
So hear my cry, till you are dry.
When the robin sings,
i await till the flap of wings.
The afternoon,
when the sun is hot.
When the outside world
is boiling pot.
I hear a call,
from the light o wall.
The squirrels play,
and they chase along.
The dry road,
is till cold...
I end in school
so i had to lure.
A white hare,
OUT OF MY HAIR.
and so on, so on.
*sadder.. tune*
The even ing, the shimmering...
the end of day, the end of way..
but cheer up, little fellow..
this isnt the end.. of the world...
