Birdie hop, he do,
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He hop along
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A lonely bird upon
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A window there, he, he
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There he blow
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A windy snow, he knew the snow
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I know the snow, a hoppy bird
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The antelope ride around the parasol
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Just to see if he's a man enough
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To meet you in the sandpit
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On a flying kind of sighing
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In a meddlesome way
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You know the way
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I see the flies
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She's a little kite, the sort you think you might
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Like to fly 'er and like a kite
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You get to see her every night
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You know the way
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She's only paving her way
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Hectachrome plane
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I see the flies
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Birdie hop, he do, he hop along
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A lonely bird upon
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A window there, he, he,
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There he blow, the windy snow,
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He know the snow, a hoppy bird
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A camel woke up to a polish dawn
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Wouldn't look to see his feet had gone
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He wouldn't like it
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Wouldn't have the strength to fight it
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I see the flies
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I'm the only bird, a little third,
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I lost a quarter, had a yearning
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to be earning just a dollar a day
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And in a way you shouldn't like it
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Hectachrome plane
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I see the flies
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Birdie Hop
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