Certainly
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The children have seen them
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In quiet places where the moss grows green
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Coloured shells
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Jangle together
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The wind is cold, the year is old
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The trees whisper together
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And bent in the wind they lean
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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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If I was a witches hat
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Sitting on her head like a telegraph pole
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Id fly away and be a bat
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Across the air I would roll
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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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Robin Williamson |