Flying down the street we go
In our yearly race of the beds
We’re doing pretty well so far
It looks like we’re ahead
Oh dear, there is a puddle
Right in the middle of the street
Turn the wheels and crank it
Or we’ll surely face defeat
The excitement now is building
As we hear a bluegrass song
There’s a huge crowd of watchers
Who might just as well sing along
The parade is loads of fun
And the race is a blast
Come join the excitement
While it lasts!
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