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Sprinkle, Sprinkle by Shabre Jones
Sprinkle, sprinkle The sound the rain makes as it falls As it hits the concrete, grass, and the trees so tall Covering the blossoms pink and small The rain goes sprinkle, sprinkle
Sprinkle, Sprinkle The smell of rain is o' so lovely The rain being carried by the wind briskly The leaves of the trees moving gaily The rain goes sprinkle, sprinkle
Sprinkle, Sprinkle Goes the April showers The kids look outside with stares of glower The rain keeps going without a single stutter The rain goes sprinkle, sprinkle
Sprinkle, Sprinkle The tap of the rain starts to slow The shine of the sun begins to glow Now the spring beauty starts to show The rain no longer goes sprinkle, sprinkle
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