SONG FROM THE LONG, LONG AGO
“I don’t wanna play in your yard. I don’t like you anymore. You’ll be sorry when you see me Sliding down our cellar door. You can’t holler down our rain barrel Shimmy up our apple tree, I don’t wanna play in your yard ‘cause you won’t be nice to me." According to Google this song was first published... Sign in to see full entry.