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Say, Good mornin, Granny MaamaGood mornin, Grandpa Taata.Good mornin when it rainin.Good mornin when sun shinin.Good mornin.
His name is called and there's a pause
just long enough to halt a war
tame timber wolves and trim their claws
hide diamonds in a secret drawer
Dog in the playground:Oh, no he don’t.He’ll come with me,You see if he won’t.
Don't move the goalposts.Leave them as they are.
Well, maybe this much wider.Now you've gone too far.
In a bit more. Stop.OK, that'll do.
I've just invented a flying machine;It's silver and gold and three shades of green.
When Harry went awayhe stole a part of Mum.No-one warned us. No-one said.We looked and looked for ages –
Ah sey, ah want it short,Short back an' side,Ah tell him man, ah tell himWhen ah teck him aside,Ah sey, ah want a haircutAh can wear with pride,
I like to stay upand listenwhen big people talkingjumbie stories
I does feelso tingly and excitedinside me
I wanna be a star.I wanna go far.I wanna drive around in a big red car.I said yeah yeah yeahI wanna be a star.
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.