| When the little blue bird
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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 blue bell
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| In the bottom of the dells
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| Starts to ring: ding, ding
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| When the little blur clerk
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| In the middle of his work
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| Start 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
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| Birds do it; |
| Bees do it
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| Even educated fleas do it
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| Let’s do it
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| Let’s fall in love
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| In Spain, the best upper sets do it
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| Outer-atmospheric pets do it
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| Let’s do it
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| Let’s fall in love
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| The Dutch in Olde Amsterdam do it
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| Not to mention the Fins
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| Folks down in Saiyan do it
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| Just 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
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| Let’s fall in love |