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I have a little playmate, That I can never see. I call - and he will answer, Then run and hide from me. One morning bright and early, I climbed high in a tree, "Hello - hello," I called to him, "Hello," he answered me. I yell, "Yippie-yi-oh,: Like a cowboy, "Yippie-yi-oh," yells he, He mimics everything I say He must be just like me. I called down in a barrel, "Yo-ho, yo-ho," I cried 'Yo-ho, yo-ho," he answered, But he wasn't there inside.' I laugh, "Ho-ho, ha, ha, ha, ha" "Ho-ho, ha, ha, laughs he. Oh playmate, how I wish you would, Come here and play with me. I think he must be magic, But grown folks smile and say, He only is my echo, Coming back from far away! |