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Saturday, April 15, 2017

Playmate Come Out and Play with Me



There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.
Ecclesiastes 3:1 
Playmate Come Out and Play with Me
Words and music by Saxie Dowell, copyright 1940 
Oh playmate, come out and play with me
And bring your dollies three.
Climb up my apple tree,
Look down my rain barrel
Slide down my cellar door
And we'll be jolly friends forever more.
It was a rainy day, She couldn't come out to play,
With tearful eyes and tender sighs
I could hear her say:
I'm sorry Playmate, I cannot play with you
My dollies have the flu,
Boo-hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.
Can't climb your rain barrel, (or, Ain't got no rain barrel)
Can't slide your cellar door [or, Ain't got no cellar door)
But we'll be jolly friends forever more.

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