The little child plays in the garden.
It can hardly wait for summer.
Little child it picks flowers,
And it brings them to its mother
(hello mother) into the kitchen for on sniffing.
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In the garden plays the little kiddy.
It builds for the ants between the flowers little cities.
In the garden plays the little neighbourschild,
And its hairs are actually flowing in the summer-wind.
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[guitar solo]
And its hairs are flowing in the summer-wind.
(of which has plenty in this part of the world)
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