Birdie hop, he do He hop along A lonely bird upon A window there, he, he There he blow A windy snow, he knew the snow I know the snow, a hoppy bird The antelope ride around the parasol Just to see if hes a man enough To meet you in the sandpit On a flying kind of sighing In a meddlesome bay You know the way I see the flies Shes a little kite, the sort you think you might Like to fly er and like a kite You get to see her every night You know the way Shes only paving her way Hectachrome plane I see the flies Birdie hop, he do, he hop along A lonely bird upon A window there, he, he There he blow, the windy snow He know the snow, a hoppy bird A camel woke up to a Polish dawn Wouldnt look to see his feet had gone He wouldnt like it Wouldnt have the strength to fight it I see the flies Im the only bird, a little third I lost a quarter, had a yearning To be earning just a dollar a day And in a way you shouldnt like it Hectachrome plane I see the flies
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