Three little people
Out in the hay,
Tumbling and tossing it,
Every which way!
Working so merrily
In the bright sun
Helping the farmers --
Isn't it fun?
Three little people,
Oh, how they keep
Burying each other
Ever so deep!
But if the little ones
All were to play,
When would the farmers
Get in their hay?
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