"Behaver" lyrics

"Behaver"

Putting sprinkles on ice cream cones
Being polite when on the phone
Shoveling, walks for the elderly
Carving pumpkins for Halloween

Planting orchids on a sunny day
Going out to the park to play
Smiling for a family photo
Sledding down a hill in new snow

Look at rainbows
Recycle cans
Mind your manners
Wash your hands

Santa doesn't visit naughty girls and boys
Mom says good kids don't chew gum or make lots of noise

I'm the nicest lad in town
I'm dimple-cheeked and sweet and fair
I go on picnics with my friends
Because I care

I'm the behaver

Playful puppies in a sunlit yard
Sending grandma a birthday card
Singing rounds of London Bridge
Hanging drawings up on the fridge

Look both ways
To cross the street
Say please and thank you
Never cheat

Kids who make a ruckus, they don't get dessert
Kids who laugh at people, they get feelings hurt

I'm the nicest lad in town
I'm dimple-cheeked and sweet and fair
I brush my teeth three times a day
Because I care
I care
I care

Behave yourself

Lyrics don't mean shit


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