My feet skipped rapidly over,
The heaps of leaves in the forest.
They skipped so fast,
They were running without rest.
I loved the forest.
I took a tumble,
Over squirrels and bunnies,
And back to my tumble.
Squirrels and bunnies,
You make my day,
Spent in the forest,
Gay.
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