PLAYMATES










Playmate come out and play with me.
And bring your dollies three,
Climb up my apple tree,

















Look down my rain barrel,
Slide down my cellar door,
And we'll be jolly friends,
Forever more!

















I'm sorry, playmate,
I cannot play with you.
My dollies have the flu.
Boo-hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
















Ain't got no rain barrel,
Ain't got no cellar door.
















But we'll be jolly friends,
Forever more!





















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