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The music of the breeze played by the trees
A crazy kind of rhythm
Watch the dancing of the leaves
Branches like fingers
And they're strumming away
The wind like a harp
That's what the trees like to play
Let's have a play day
An anything you say day
What do you say, maybe?
We have a dance away the day, day
We're gonna dance
We're gonna dance
We're gonna dance
My cat can't talk
But he makes music when he walks
With a pitter pat
The horse goes clickity clack
The car horn beeps
Like a symphony
The tractors rattle and hum
I play the pots like drums
Crickets have a talent
And they play quite well
Violins so small
They squeak for us all
Let's have a play day
An anything you say day
What do you say, maybe?
We have a dance away the day, day
We're gonna dance
We're gonna dance
We're gonna dance
Yeah, well I can dance to anything
The breeze in the trees
The the pitter pat of the cat
The waltz of the horse at it goes clickity clack
The car horns that beeps
The tractor rattles and hums
I play the pots like drums
With the crickets as they play
Their tiny violins all day
Let's have a play day
An anything you say day
What do you say, maybe?
We have a dance away the day, day
Let's have a play day
An anything you say day
What do you say, maybe?
We have a dance away the day, day
We're gonna dance
We're gonna dance
We're gonna dance
La La La
La La La
Boogie woogie woogie
Boogie woogie
La La La
La da da
La da da
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