Ah confetti,
You swiggle through the sky.
I wish I could make you,
Mine oh my.
You look-up to the sky,
You know you cannot buy,
Such whirls and twirls,
Of pieces falling down.
Falling on your head,
Oh falling on your shoulders,
Oh falling on your hands and feet,
Oh falling all over the sidewalk.
Ah confetti,
You swiggle through the sky.
I wish I could make you,
Mine oh my.
I looked at the sky,
Then me all over.
This confetti was mine oh my!
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