| When the little bluebird
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| Who has never said a word
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| Starts to sing «Spring, spring»
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| When the little bluebell
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| At the bottom of the dell
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| Starts to ring, ding ding
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| When the little blue clerk
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| In the middle of his work
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| Starts a tune to the moon up above
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| It is nature, that’s all
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| Simply telling us to fall in love
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| And that’s why birds do it, bees do it
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| Even educated fleas do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| In Spain the best upper sets do it
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| Lithuanians and Lats do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
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| Not to mention the Finns
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| Folks in Siam do it
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| Think of Siamese twins
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| Some Argentines, without means, do it
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| People say in Boston even beans do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| Romantic sponges, they say, do it
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| Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it
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| Even lazy jellyfish do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| Electric eels, I might add, do it
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| Though it shocks 'em, I know
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| Why ask if shad do it?
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| Waiter, bring me shad roe! |
| In shallow shoals, English soles do it
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| Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it
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| Let’s do it, let’s fall in love
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| Let’s fall in love! |