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I've got fingers, ten little fingers- Five there on each hand- And these fingers, ten little fingers, Are my marching band. They can plonk pianos They can play a slide trombone (They can play some nasty tricks If left all on their own!) They can twang a banjo Pluck a guitar, play a flute They can thrum a big bass drum (Or wave a rude salute!) I've got fingers, ten little fingers- Plus I've got ten toes- (Five of them can kick you While my fingers pick my nose!)
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 8:38 AM UTC
Ten Little Fingers
I've got fingers, ten little fingers- Five there on each hand- And these fingers, ten little fingers, Are my marching band. They can plonk pianos They can play a slide trombone (They can play some nasty tricks If left all on their own!) They can twang a banjo Pluck a guitar, play a flute They can thrum a big bass drum (Or wave a rude salute!) I've got fingers, ten little fingers- Plus I've got ten toes- (Five of them can kick you While my fingers pick my nose!)
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 8:38 AM UTC
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