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THE HORSES RUN AROUND The horses run around, their feet are on the ground, Oh, who will wind the clock while I'm away, away, Go get the axe, there's a hair on baby's chest; Oh, a boy's best friend is his mother, his mother. While looking out the window, a second story window, I slipped and sprained my eyebrow on the pavement, the pavement, Go get the Listerine, sister has a beau, Who cut the sleeves off father's vest, his vest. A-peeking through the knothole, in grandpa's wooden leg, Oh, who has built the shore so near the ocean, the ocean, Go get the alcohol, Willy wants a drink, For grandma's false teeth will soon fit baby, fit baby. While walking in the moonlight, the bright and sunny moonlight, She kissed me in the eye with a tomato, tomato, We feed the baby garlic so we can find him in the dark; An onion is a husky vegetable, a table. She spanked him with a shingle, and made his panties tingle, Because he socked his little baby brother, his brother, A snake's belt slips, because he has no hips, And he wears a necktie around his middle, his middle. @humor @kids @camp Filename[ HORSERUN SH Apr01  8note Sheet |
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