She's wheeled into the hallway Till the sun moves down the floor Little squares of daylight Like a hundred times before She's taken to the garden They return her to her room
She is running in the summer wind She is running in the summer wind
The family comes on Sunday And they hover for awhile They fill her room with chatter Bringing babies of their own Then her mama calls her home
Playmate, come out and play with me (It's raining, it's poring, the old man is snoring) And bring your dollies three (Bumped his head on the edge of the bed) (Never got up in the morning) Slide down my rain barrel And we'll be jolly friends (Little Johnny wants to play)
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