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Birdie hop, he do, |
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He hop along |
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A lonely bird upon |
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A window there, he, he |
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There he blow |
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A windy snow, he knew the snow |
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I know the snow, a hoppy bird |
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The antelope ride around the parasol |
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Just to see if he's a man enough |
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To meet you in the sandpit |
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On a flying kind of sighing |
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In a meddlesome way |
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You know the way |
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I see the flies |
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She's a little kite, the sort you think you might |
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Like to fly 'er and like a kite |
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You get to see her every night |
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You know the way |
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She's only paving her way |
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Hectachrome plane |
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I see the flies |
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Birdie hop, he do, he hop along |
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A lonely bird upon |
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A window there, he, he, |
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There he blow, the windy snow, |
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He know the snow, a hoppy bird |
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A camel woke up to a polish dawn |
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Wouldn't look to see his feet had gone |
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He wouldn't like it |
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Wouldn't have the strength to fight it |
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I see the flies |
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I'm the only bird, a little third, |
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I lost a quarter, had a yearning to be earning just a dollar a day |
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And in a way you shouldn't like it |
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Hectachrome plane |
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I see the flies |
