| I can’t imagine how the world would be
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| Not to see the gray squirrel climbing in an oak tree
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| To walk through a corn field and not see the wild duck flyin'
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| I believe before the world ever got that bad
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| I’d be on my knees a-cryin'
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| Won’t you fly, oh eagle fly
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| You better run, little cottontail, run
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| I hope you both live long enough to see the setting sun
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| The lion ain’t got no jungle
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| Old black bear got no cave
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| And that poor old alligator
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| He just 'bout seen his better days
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| Won’t you fly, oh eagle fly
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| You better run, little cottontail, run
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| I hope you both live long enough to see the setting sun
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| On a cold winter morning I could look up in the sky
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| And I could see the wild geese fly
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| And on a warm spring day I could look up in the air
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| And I could see the yellow butterfly
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| How long has it been since you heard the tiny flutter
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| Of the little wing of a hummingbird
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| And I once saw the picture of a buffalo
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| A thousand in the herd
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| Won’t you fly, oh eagle fly
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| You better run, little cottontail, run
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| I hope you both live long enough to see the setting sun
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| Fly, mister eagle, fly
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| You better run little cottontail, run |