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Hold up your ten
fingers.
Suit the actions to the words.
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I have ten little
fingers,
And they all belong to me.
I can make them do things.
Would you like to see?
I can shut them up tight,
Or open them wide.
I can put them together,
Or make them all hide.
I can make them jump high,
I can make them jump low.
I can fold them up quietly,
And hold them just so. |
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