Clip, Clop
I sit and watch it all
On the sheltered side
Fungus grows on the trees
Where the sun don't shine
From deep in the woods
So fast for to get back home
The horse did trot
Clip, clop, clip, clop
The horse did trot
So fast for to get back home
From deep in the woods
Where the sun don't shine
Fungus grows on trees
On the sheltered side
I sit and watch it all
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