Balloons flying
Children sighing
What a day to go kite flying
Breezy school
Away from school
Cowboys fighting out a duel
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Fishes biting
So exciting
Lunchtime sounds so inviting
At the bill
He gets a thrill
Sitting, watching Bobby Quill
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Yesterday's dreams
Are tomorrow's sighs
Watch children playing
They seem so wise
Mary Green
Today's a queen
One thousand dollies are her dream
In cotton frocks
And golden locks
Her palace is an orange box
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
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Balloons flying
Children sighing
What a day to go kite flying
Breezy school
Away from school
Cowboys fighting out a duel
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Fishes biting
So exciting
Lunchtime sounds so inviting
At the bill
He gets a thrill
Sitting, watching Bobby Quill
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Yesterday's dreams
Are tomorrow's sighs
Watch children playing
They seem so wise
Mary Green
Today's a queen
One thousand dollies are her dream
In cotton frocks
And golden locks
Her palace is an orange box
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Children sighing
What a day to go kite flying
Breezy school
Away from school
Cowboys fighting out a duel
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Fishes biting
So exciting
Lunchtime sounds so inviting
At the bill
He gets a thrill
Sitting, watching Bobby Quill
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will
Yesterday's dreams
Are tomorrow's sighs
Watch children playing
They seem so wise
Mary Green
Today's a queen
One thousand dollies are her dream
In cotton frocks
And golden locks
Her palace is an orange box
Time seems to stand quite still
In a child's world it always will