He's on a hot streak in our yard.

“I’ll sing you a good song, an old one, if you think! It was my father’s song, I’ll sing it. Then, when you hear it, you’ll rise from your grave!” ; ; 1. He’s in our yard on a spiked ponytail, ; that A little brown boy lives next door. ; that I never dare to wink at him, ; Because they say I’ll love him. ; ; 2.that my Cifra coat is hung on a nail, ; h Come on, baby, put it on my shoulder! ; Anyway, that’s where it’s at, (sic) ; I’ll cover you with it at night. ; yeah. That’s where it’s at, (sic) ; that I’ll cover you with it at night. ; ; 3. Hey, you little one, you little one with a black eye, ; how I was with you, you were always sleepy. ; But now just sleep yourself, ; I didn't hug your slender waist. ; is. But now just sleep yourself, ; I didn't hug your slender waist. ; ; 4.how Our cat wants to get married, ; The neighbor's wants to take her. ; Our sweet cat, don't leave us here, ; Who will catch our mouse? ; is. Our sweet cat… etc. ; ; “This is my father's song.”