One day a quarrel came Hot tears were shed. "You can't play in my yard." But the other one said, "I don't want to play in your yard. I don't like you anymore. You'll be sorry when you see me Sliding down my cellar door. You can't holler down my rain barrel. You can't climb my apple tree. I don't want to play in your yard, If you won't be good to me." That's all I can remember -- Mom
I know that song is in one of old books of collections of songs that I used to play out of in the music drawer. I think it was called, "I Don't Want to Play in Your Yard"
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One day a quarrel came
Hot tears were shed.
"You can't play in my yard."
But the other one said,
"I don't want to play in your yard.
I don't like you anymore.
You'll be sorry when you see me
Sliding down my cellar door.
You can't holler down my rain barrel.
You can't climb my apple tree.
I don't want to play in your yard,
If you won't be good to me."
That's all I can remember -- Mom
I know that song is in one of old books of collections of songs that I used to play out of in the music drawer. I think it was called, "I Don't Want to Play in Your Yard"
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