Counting twos, counting fours
When you're feeling sad treading ever so kindly
Break it off, break it off
When you see it glow, and you're thinking it's ripened

À tout à l'heure, À tout à l'heure
When you lift your feet, and you know it's me waving
Scattered rains, scattered rains
Counting dandelions and the parks they're ripened

Counting threes, counting fives
See the beaucoup view and the merry go rounding
Spin your arms, spin your eyes
Êtes vous ma fleuri, ever carefully breezing

Look how we live, look how we laugh
Feel the bellowing and the bath in flexing
Let it drop, and let it bounce
Counting melodies, and the gravity breathing

Count in twos, count in fours
When you're feeling slow, treading ever so fondly
Cut it off, cut it off
When you see it grow and you're thinking it's bolting
À tout à l'heure, à tout à l'heure
When you lift your soles and you know it's me smiling
Scatter brains, scatter grains
Count the buttercups and the melodies ripened

Count in threes, count in fives
See the figure-eight, hear the cherry-go-rounding
Span your arms, span your eyes
Ever presently, ever carefully freezing
Count within, count without
Feel the mellowing and the daffodil resting
Let it drop, let it bounce
Count the melodies and the levity teething

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