.On our little girls third birthday,
She got a sandbox, In the backyard to play.
Sand was everywhere as she play and she laughed.
I busted her, For it killed all the grass.
It'll come back, It'll come back
Daddy don't be mad, God and the rain will bring it back.
When.
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