Dancing across the baby blue sky,
Are big white puffy clouds, oh my!
Shimmering in the sun's rays,
Everyone lifts up their gaze.
And sees the clouds moving with such vigor,
All can't help but look at their glimmer.
The wind carries them by in a grand parade,
Making everyone dance along in their masquerade.
But soon the sun must come down,
And that leaves everyone with a frown.
But it is okay,
Because they can dance again the next day.
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