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On Monday we celebrate the birthday 

Of Dr Martin Luther King

We hope and pray as he did

Freedom, let it ring

It came to me as a surprise 

This man who won the Nobel Prize

When Dr King was a small child

He wasn't peaceful, he was wild

He would cry, he'd scream and shout

His mom would give him a timeout

She asked her mom 'He's only two

Can't talk to him, what can I do?'

Her mom said 'Honey, don't you worry

Children grow up in a hurry

This phase he's in, no, it won't last

He'll grow out of it pretty fast'

His mom said 'That sounds really great

For his next birthday I can't wait 

For the peace and quiet God will bring

And I'll be able to finally sing

Three at last! Three at last!

Thank God Almighty, he's three at last!'