| John, you’re right
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| It’s good to know you’re bright
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| For intellect can wash away confusion
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| Georgie sees
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| And Annabel agrees
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| Most folderol’s an optical illusion
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| You three know it’s true
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| That one plus one is two
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| Yes, logic is the rock of our foundation
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| I suspect, and I’m never incorrect
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| That you’re far too old to give into imagination
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| No, not yet!
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| Some people like to splash and play
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| Can you imagine that?
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| And take a seaside holiday
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| Can you imagine that?
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| Too much glee leaves rings around the brain
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| Take that joy and send it down the drain
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| Some people like to laugh at life
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| And giggle through the day
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| They think the world’s a brand new shiny toy
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| And if while dreaming in the clouds
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| They fall and go kersplat
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| Although they’re down and bent in half
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| They brush right off and start to laugh
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| Can you imagine that?
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| On second thoughts, perhaps you’re right. |
| It makes no sense to take a bath this
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| early
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| Wait. |
| I want to take a bath!
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| Oh, really? |
| Up you go and in you go!
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| Georgie!
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| What happened? |
| Will they be alright?!
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| Well, it is just a bath, after all. |
| But then again, it’s not my tub
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| Shouldn’t you go in after them?
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| Oh, no. |
| I had my bath this morning, thank you
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| Well if you won’t, I will! |
| Woah!
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| Off we go!
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| Some people like to dive right in
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| Can you imagine that?
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| And flap about in bathtub gin
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| Can you imagine that?
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| Doggies paddling twenty leagues below
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| Might seem real but we know
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| It’s not so
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| To cook without a recipe
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| Can you imagine that?
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| And heaven knows what lives within that pot
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| Some pirates follow treasure maps
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| And wear a silly hat
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| They search the world for buried gold
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| They won’t grow up and don’t grow old
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| Can you imagine that?
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| Be sure to scrub behind your ears!
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| Some answer when adventure calls
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| Can you imagine that?
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| And sail straight over waterfalls
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| Can you imagine that?
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| They see living as it’s own reward
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| Ahoy!
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| They rock the boat, then --
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| Man overboard!
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| Some people look out on the sea
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| And see a brand new day
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| Their spirit lifts them high above the blue
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| Yet some others wear an anchor
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| And they sink in seconds flat
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| So, perhaps we’ve learned when day is done
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| Some stuff and nonsense could be fun
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| Can you im-a-gine that? |