Shaking My Thing Proud and Loud
yellow dragon with polka dots is playing the blues.
Stop it! Yells daddy dog, who is wearing tight shoes.
He wants to be the leader of the band once again.
His barking angry ways make my nerves feel quite thin
I pick up the tambourine and shake out a tune.
We won’t be on rhythm until sometime around noon.
The neighbors are complaining, we now have quite a crowd
Feeling super enthused, I begin shaking my thing proud and loud!
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