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When the summer sun is blazing, I pick daisy after daisy, I toss them to my elephant It makes him slightly crazy. I gather chrysanthemums When fall is in the air, I toss them to my elephant It makes him stand and stare. I harvest bright poinsettias In winter ,when it's chilly, I toss them to the elephant It makes him sort of silly. I pluck bouquets of tulips When they blossom in the spring, I toss them to my elephant ... It always makes him sing
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Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
I Toss Them to My Elephant
When the summer sun is blazing, I pick daisy after daisy, I toss them to my elephant It makes him slightly crazy. I gather chrysanthemums When fall is in the air, I toss them to my elephant It makes him stand and stare. I harvest bright poinsettias In winter ,when it's chilly, I toss them to the elephant It makes him sort of silly. I pluck bouquets of tulips When they blossom in the spring, I toss them to my elephant ... It always makes him sing
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IrairaCedillo
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 7:36 PM UTC
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