PLAYMATES
Kay Kyser
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
She couldn't come out and play,
It was a sunny day
With tearful eye, she breathed a sigh
And 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
Ain't got no rain barrel,
Ain't got no cellar door
But we'll be jolly friends, forever more
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