Once a pine, in olden times
Not far away from now
He went down to sing about,
He gave himself the crown.
He said, "I'm tall,
and you are small."
To the clover on the ground.
So clover spread himself around
And covered pine tree up and down.
"This is my side of the mountain.
Only you could share its fountain.
Only you can sing ???
Would you turn your back around?"
Spotted tiger spotted me,
An all white bird with a yellow beak.
He stared me down,
He wouldn't speak.
He let me go, 'cause I was weak.
Had I did, did never see
Got perched upon the tallest peak
And all the birds would flock to me
To live in bird-like harmony.
This is my side of the mountain!
Only you could share its fountain.
We all watch the rising sun
Shining down on everyone!
But if you're bad, then we are bad!
If you're good, then we are good!
We can stick to all like skin and bone
Until we end up all alone!
But o'er this mountain, you can't see,
And oh, like a baby, I do believe!
Now it's time to erase the lines!
I'm gonna introduce you to a friend of mine,
Sit back and toast to a world so fine.
Now it's time to erase the lines,
I'm gonna introduce you to a friend of mine,
Sit back and toast to a world so fine.
Sit back and toast to a world so fine!
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