Bells
Ring, Ring.
They shine, they sing.
One, Two,
Three, Four.
The notes they move
up and down
like a roller coaster.
The big ones gong
strong and proud.
The small ones shrill,
high pitched, and loud.
Ring, Ring.
They shine, they sing.
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