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I might plop in your ear I’ll play in your garden
Or swish in your eye And have a great time
Or ride on a rainbow My slide – your new roof
Way up in the sky. My swing – your clothes line.
Next time it’s raining My climbing frame a spider’s web
And you’re going to school hanging on the tree.
Wearing your mac My roundabout a toadstool
And wearing your hat just right for me.
Don’t jump in the puddles
You might squash me flat. I’ll play in your garden
from morning till night
At night when it’s dark Then crawl in a rosebud
And you’re tucked up in bed and cuddle up tight.
I’ll tap on your window
Just for a lark. Nightie night.
I’ll splash on the glass
And run down the pane
Into the gutter
And off down the drain.

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