The Woodland Bop Songtext

Everybody's doing the Woodland Bop
Once you start you will find it hard to stop
In the hallowed morning
See her in the moon-white
Streaking across the skies
In the evening dusk dunes
See her like a sun bird
Streaking across the skies
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