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OUR FAMILY COMES FROM 'ROUND THE WORLD

                                                 Image result for fathers mothers sisters brothers a collection of family poems - our family comes from round the world


Our family comes
From 'round the world
Our hair is straight
Our hair is curled
Our eyes are brown
Our eyes are blue
Our skins are different colors too

    Tra la tra la
    Tra la tra lee
    We're one big happy family

We're girls and boys
We're big and small
We're young and old
We're short and tall
We're everything 
That we can be
And still we are a family

    O la dee da
    O la dee dee
    We're one big happy family

We laugh and cry
We work and play
We help each other
Every day
The world's a lovely
Place to be
Because we are a family

    Hurray hurrah
    Hurrah hurree
    We're one big happy family

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