Sky
Up in the sky
Oh My
There on the grass I lie
playing with a butterfly
Look at the plane in the sky
look at the cane with the old guy
What kind of fly is that
Oh look it's wearing a hat
She is so shy
So she hides up in the sky
I'll love you to the day I die
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