certainly the children have seen them
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in quiet places where the moss grows green
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coloured shells jangle together
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the wind is cold the year is old the trees whisper together
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and bend in the wind they lean
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next week a monkey is coming to stay
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if I was a witches hat
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sitting on her head like a paraffin stove
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I'd fly away and be a bat
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across the air I would rove
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stepping like a tightrope walker
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putting one foot after another
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wearing black cherries for rings
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Witches Hat
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| The Incredible String Band |
