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 he's a man enough to meet you in the sandpit
On a flying kind of sighing in a meddlesome way
You know the way I see the flies
She's a little kite, the sort you think you might
Like to fly her like a kite
You get to see her every night
You know the way
She's 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
Wouldn't look to see his feet had gone
He wouldn't like it
Wouldn't have the strength to fight it
I see the flies
I'm 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 shouldn't like it
Hectachrome plane, I see the flies

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