Oh Playmate,

 Come Out And Play With Me

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  There's a catchy little tune a floatin' through the air,
You hear it here and there,
They sing it ev'ry where
How it started, where it started
seems nobody knows.
But what's the diff'rence where it came from,
here's the way it goes

Oh PLAYMATE, come out and play with me
And bring your dollies three.
Climb up my apple tree,
Look down my rain barrel
Slide down my cellar door
And we'll be jolly friends forever more.

It was a rainy day, She couldn't come out to play,
With tearful eyes and tender sighs
I could hear her say:

I'm sorry Playmate, I cannot play with you
My dollies have the flu,
Boo-hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo.
Can't climb your rain barrel, [or: Ain't got no rain barrel]
Can't slide your cellar door [or: Ain't got no cellar door]
But we'll be jolly friends forever more.

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   Let your trouble roll by and sing your cares away

 We'll be jolly friends forever more. For Z.

Betty