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Playmate come out and play with me
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And bring your dollies three,
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Climb up my apple tree,
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Look down my rain barrel,
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Slide down my cellar door,
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and we'll be jolly friends forever more
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She couldn't come out and play,
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It was a sunny day
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With tearful eye, she breathed a sigh
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And I could hear her say,
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I'm sorry, playmate,
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I cannot play with you
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My dollies have the flu,
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Boo-hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
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Ain't got no rain barrel,
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Ain't got no cellar door
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But we'll be jolly friends, forever more
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Playmates
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| Bob Kuban & The In-Men |
