Bouncing Off the Windows

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I’m bouncing off the windows.
I’m bouncing off the walls.
I’m feeling like my feet are made
of bouncing rubber balls.

I’m running like I’m crazy.
I’m running like I’m mad.
I might seem like a lunatic
but, boy, I’m feeling glad.

I’m jumping like a kangaroo
or like a jumping bean.
I act this way at least a week
right after Halloween.

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