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Pineapple, crabapple, sweet smellin' lime

Graham crackers, egg sauces, rhythm in time

Song bittersweet, a musical treat

I’m ridin' my bike singin' good things to eat

Look at the colors, six kinds of green

Blue, yellow flowers with orange in-between

Butterfly wings such delicate things

I’m ridin' along with my eyes wide open

And I’m singin' a song, singin' a song

I’m wheelin', I’m feelin', I’m happy and strong

Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa

I smell a skunk cabbage walkin' on the bog walk

If I’m quiet enough I’ll even hear the frogs talk

La-la, la

La-la, la

Lyin' in a meadow with bluegrass and clover

Soft summer breezes cover me over

Weaving a bloom on harmony’s loom

Daffodils humming a hummingbird’s tune

Honeysuckle, milkweed, delightful temptation

Blackberries, chokecherries, nature’s creation

A fragrance so rare like little kids' hair

It’s here now, it’s there now, it’s everywhere

And I’m singin' a song, singin' a song

It’s real and I’m feelin' it’s fragile and strong

Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa

Toes goin' squish-squash, slidin' through the wet moss

A ditch runnin' gurgle slush, I think I’ll try to jump across

La-la, la

Hair streaming windblown;

legs wheeling round and round

Road racin' under me, my bike blends into the sounds

Of rhythm and time and seasons and rhyme

I’m riding along and I feel like singing

So I’ll sing you a song, sing you a song

I’m reelin', I’m feelin', I’m happy and strong

Pa-pa-pa, pa, pa

Sing you a song, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa

Wheelin' along, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa

Sing you a song, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa

Wheelin' along, pa-pa-pa, pa, pa

Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah