A man has dreams
Of walking with giants
Mary popins
From the moment she stepped into this house
Than came this person
With chaos in her sake
Whit and biter fills
A spoonful of sugar
It changes bread and water into teas and cakes
A spoonful of sugar Goes into a bank
And see them grateful little faces smiling at you
And all too see they've grown up and grown its too late to give
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down, go down
Whistling
Fist holding tight
To the string of the kite
Lets go fly a kite
Send it soaring through th atmosphere
Lets go fly a kite
To the string of your kite
Ahh ahh ahh
Up to the atmosphere
Up to the atmosphere
Lets go fly a kite!

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