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It Is Simply The Best
I look outside the window
To grasp what I may see;
There is a red breasted robin
For he is looking at me.
The leaves are red and
yellow, and starts to fall;
The trees swaying in the wind
They are totally having a ball.
The squirrel that lives in the tree
Making a home --- a new nest;
Kept from the wind and cold
For it is simply the best!
A red robin flies away
The leaves blow in the wind;
The squirrel gathers nuts
And the tree does bend.
To grasp what I may see;
There is a red breasted robin
For he is looking at me.
The leaves are red and
yellow, and starts to fall;
The trees swaying in the wind
They are totally having a ball.
The squirrel that lives in the tree
Making a home --- a new nest;
Kept from the wind and cold
For it is simply the best!
A red robin flies away
The leaves blow in the wind;
The squirrel gathers nuts
And the tree does bend.
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It Is Simply The Best
It Is Simply The Best
