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A Happy Child

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    My house is red - a little house
    A happy child am I .
    I laugh and play the whole day long. 
    I hardly ever cry. 
     

    I have a tree, a green, green tree, 
    To shade me from the sun; 
    And under it I often sit, 
    When all my play is done. 
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