| There’s a little ole tree that grows out in my yard
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| He’s not very wide or too tall or too large
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| He stands there so still 'til the wind comes to call
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| When the wind blows the little tree starts having a ball
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| He swings and he sways and he shakes all his limbs
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| The little ole tree loves to dance with the wind
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| He rustles and bustles when the wind comes to call
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| He dances so hard I’m afraid he will fall
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| He dances all summer and when snow comes down
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| He dances and throws all his leaves on the ground
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| He makes me so mad I say hey if you please
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| Would you stop that dancin' each time there’s a breeze
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| He swings and he sways and he shakes all his limbs
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| The little ole tree loves to dance with the wind
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| He rustles and bustles when the wind comes to call
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| He dances so hard I’m afraid he will fall
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| Now I cannot dance very well you’ll agree
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| But sometimes I wish I could dance like a tree
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| I’d swing and I’d sway and I’d shake all my limbs
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| And I’d never fall down cause I’d be just like him
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| He swings and he sways and he shakes all his limbs
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| The little ole tree loves to dance with the wind
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| He rustles and bustles when the wind comes to call
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| I’m afraid he will fall but he never does… |