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While riding today on my swing,
Heard a song, started to sing.
Beatles click and chirping bird,
An outside song, inside not heard.
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In the wood wind blows through the trees.
Back-up came from buzzing bees.
The babbling brook played the rhythm.
Over smooth stones the waters strum.
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Keeping the beat atop a log,
Bass was played by a croaking frog.
It’s nature’s band with me to sing.
Soaring high on my backyard swing.
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