Four quarters (rest) one half note
  I want to go, along with
  you to the park.  The flowers
   are so pretty.  The sun is
   shining so bright--go with you..

   Seven all good kids go to
   Heaven--climb up the tall gold
   ladder.  We've heard it all long
    ago.  We've stopped to catch our
    breath.  We've stopped to allay our
    fears.  We can't go along with
    it.  A sorry sight to see.


  I'm so tired of your complaints.
 They go on and on and on..

the doves, the white doves, the doves
won't sing, can't sing, will never 
sing.

Songs have need of melody,
   Kywit, kywit
as music needs harmony
 what a beautiful bird am I.
and the dance requires rhythm.

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