Skip Rope Song

I used to know a pretty girl

Who cut off all her hair

The scissors flew among her curls

And curls were everywhereI gathered up her fallen locks

And carried them away

And put them in silver box

And keep them to this daySong, sing, birdy with the wing

You perfect circle sun

The grown ups get to make the rules

And we have all the fun

Yes, we have all the funBut now I am in love with you

And I hope that you will stay

And to prove that my love is true

I'll throw the curls away

And to prove that my love is true

I'll throw the curls away