There was fresh butter melting on a waffle, Sky so blue that the clouds felt awful, Beavers swimming around their hut, And someone was building a mini putt.
La la la la la la la (repeated)
There was a river rippled like a chip, We went in for a skinny dip (hey, come on now!) Fish jumping for a flippety flip, oh, What is life? this is it, this is it, this is it, oh, this is it
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