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Wet, Wet, Atoms

Pick up the driftwood,
Now throw it in the ocean,
Use scientific motion.
And white waves,
It's good fortune,
On sunny days.
High tide,
Or low tide,
The wooden vessel,
We will ride.
Blue whales breaching,
Sea shells white,
seagulls screeching.
Salt air,
Salt water,
Always in fashion,
Dip into the wet, wet, atoms!
Wet, wet, atoms!
Never dry!
The sea is so alive!

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