| When you see a gentleman bee,
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| 'Round the lady bee buzzing,
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| Just count to ten, then count again,
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| There’s sure to be an even dozen.
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| Multiplication, that’s the name of the game,
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| And each generation, they play the same.
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| Now there was two butterflies, castin' their eyes,
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| Both going in the same direction,
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| You’d never guess that one little yes,
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| Could start a butterfly collection.
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| Multiplication, that’s the name of the game,
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| And each generation, they play the same.
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| Well let me tell you now,
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| I say one and one is five,
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| You can call me a silly goat,
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| But you can take two minks, add two winks,
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| Aaah you got a real mink coat.
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| When a girl gets coy, in front of a boy,
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| After three or four dances,
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| But you can just bet she’ll play hard to get,
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| To multiply her chances.
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| Multiplication, that’s the name of the game,
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| And each generation, they play the same.
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| Hear me talkin' now,
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| Mother nature’s a clever girl,
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| She relies on habits,
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| You take two hares home with no cares,
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| Pretty soon you’ve got a room full of rabbits.
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| Parakeets, in between tweets,
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| Sometime get to quiet,
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| But to have no fear, 'cause soon you’ll hear,
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| A parakeet’s riot, just try it.
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| Multiplication, that’s the name of the game,
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| And each generation, they play the same.
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| Talk about multiplication, that’s the name of the game,
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| And each generation, they play the same.
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| (Repeat to fade) |