The beautiful string, so sparkley yellow
Is like the sun, so warm and mellow.
The perfect size for my wrist.
Can easily be balled up in my fist.
This gorgeous string, with a shade of green,
So bright and shiny, it can easily be seen.
Tied up in it's own noose.
Cannot get our, cannot get loose.
So here I sit, and cry, and cry
"Oh why did the yellow string have to die!"
Is like the sun, so warm and mellow.
The perfect size for my wrist.
Can easily be balled up in my fist.
This gorgeous string, with a shade of green,
So bright and shiny, it can easily be seen.
Tied up in it's own noose.
Cannot get our, cannot get loose.
So here I sit, and cry, and cry
"Oh why did the yellow string have to die!"
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