I have endless memories of Madison and State street Of all the interesting people I did meet From street musicians on guitars To the jewelry guy and funny jugglers From preachers handing out tracks To protesters making the capitol packed***
One day I saw a man on stilts Up in the air as high as a hill On another day people with funny bikes From real old to little tykes On State state everyday Is an occasion for a parade***
You might see a person with a snake People in strange swimming suits coming from the lake Some state politicians in suits out for a drink People wearing all black, all purple, all pink People from all sorts of countries Walking dogs that are cute or funny***
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