| Oh Mr. Tickle, what did you feel?
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| When you stretch out your fingers after me
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| Oh Mr. Greedy, what’s wrong with you?
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| You’re eating all day long, is it all that you do?
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| Oh, Mr. Bump, tell me all about that tree
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| When you fell into the river, were you finally free?
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| Oh, Mr. Bounce, you’ve been lost and found
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| It seems that never again will you touch the ground
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| You know that something’s not right
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| When you try to be the kite
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| In a big world full of beauty
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| Where clouds are passing by
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| In childish days gone by
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| We were flying ten feet high
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| In a small world full of beauty
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| And some of us still try
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| Oh, Mr. Grumpy, how was your day?
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| You’re the one that makes every smile fade away
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| Oh, Mr. Jelly, better count to ten
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| Fear the snapping of a twig never more again
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| Oh, Mr. No always disagrees
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| With everyone and everything — you will see
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| Oh Mr. Brave, will I see you up there
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| With your yellow nose floating high in mid-air?
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| You know that something’s not right
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| When you try to be the kite
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| In a big world full of beauty
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| Where clouds are passing by
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| In childish days gone by
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| We were flying ten feet high
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| In a small world full of beauty
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| And some of us still try
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| You know that something’s not right
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| When you try to be the kite
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| In a big world full of beauty
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| Where clouds are passing by
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| In childish days gone by
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| We were flying ten feet high
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| In a small world full of beauty
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| And some of us still try |