Do clouds remind you of cotton wool?
Do you believe in a golden rule?
Do you dance like a nincompoop?
Do you swear by cream of chicken soup?
Do you believe in piercing eyes?
Do you detest long drawn lies?
Do you love that patch of winter sunshine?
And reading aloud beautiful lines?
Do you love the smell of rainwashed earth?
Being happy just like that, an eternity of mirth.
Do you like being silly and mad?
Forgive and forget when things go bad.
Because I sure do.
And if you do too.
We'll have fun, wont we?
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