I am in the park,
happy like a lark,
A happy child am I,
Who swings very high,
Swings very high,
up in the sky.
I like to sing and play,
On the good Sunday,
With chocolate, chips and cheese,
Chocolate, chips and cheese,
with gentle cool breeze,
Under the green trees.
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