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The world goes around and around and around

As it plays all the sounds that go 'round in your head

The calls of the blue birds in morning at sunrise

Are sweeter than jingling of bells on a sled

The hills are alive with the sound of the crickets

The oceans spread sand on the beach with a splash

The wind whispers softly to leaves in the forest

As thunder calls out to the rain with a crash

And folks all say Hi to each one passing by

With a smile in their voices and hearts