| I saw Cinnamon
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| Rockin' down the row
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| He had his arms full of melody
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| Fa-sol-la-ti-do
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| Now if I know my Cinnamon
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| He’ll be over soon
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| He’ll bring his own book and pen with him
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| Write a little tune for you
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| I saw Cinnamon
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| Drinking from a bowl
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| He had a mouth full of melody
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| Fa-sol-la-ti-do
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| If I show my Cinnamon
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| Exactly what to do
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| He’ll keep his own book and pen with him
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| Write a little tune
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| Outsmarting them, we brought him home
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| And named him Cinnamon
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| Now I’m not making thoughtless scenes up
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| All, all by own little self, oh, no
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| When I knew Cinnamon
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| He was just a lad
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| He had a house full of melody
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| Go thank Mom and Dad
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| Now if I know my Cinnamon
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| He’ll be humble soon
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| He’ll bring his own book and pen with him
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| Write a little tune
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| Outsmarting them and skipping home
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| They named him Cinnamon
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| Now I’m making thoughtless scenes up
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| All, all by my own little self, oh, no |