Eight big fingers standing up tall,
Two little ears to hear mummy call,
One little nose that I can blow,
Ten little toes all in a row.
Two short thumbs that wriggle up and down,
Two little feet to stand on the ground.
Hands to clap and eyes to see,
Oh, what fun just to be me!
Eight Big Fingers
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