She wore a pink ribbon,
her chocolate hair flowing,
a dress of the summertime kind
The morning was waiting,
she longed to be sharing,
the things rolling round in her mind
She waved to a daisy,
in Mister Green's garden,
the wind down the avenue blew
Her smile like springtime,
with daffodils dancing,
it seemed like a fun thing to do
She spun in a circle,
like leaves...
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