It Begins
(Spirit Cheer)
It begins with a little tipity tap
and it continues with a ripity rap
and I can not conceal it, not even my hat
...it flies right off my head
I jump and try to catch it
My wings they carry me far
and when I land down yonder
I wonder where I are
My hat, then it finds me
settles back upon my head
and then the Spirit, it drives me
on the pedal, like a foot of lead
There need not be a reason,
not a rhythm, nor a rhyme
I do this just for fun
and sometimes lose track of time
For it is The Site Fights calling
that beacons me to be
a Spirit with magic dust, and
sometimes, that dust falls on me
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