It Turned Out to Be a Song

Some people bake a cookie
Some people fly an aeroplane
Some people turn a shovel over
And up comes a field of grain

I was just walking along
Thinking of this and that
And a hat and a cat and a baseball bat
A bee in a tree and a city in the sea

And a ping, pong
Swing the gong
And it turned out to be a song

Some people read a story
Some people eat an apple pie
Some people sit at the open window
Watching the stars go by

I was just walking along
Thinking of here and there
And a kitchen chair, and some natural hair
A garden swing, and a circus ring

And a ping, pong
Swing the gong
And it turned out to be a song

Some people ride a bicycle
Some people take a walk in the rain
Some people hear a funny noise
And it sounds like a railroad train

I was just walking along
Nothing much in my mind
But a window blind, and an orange rind
A hoop and a top, and a skippety hop

And a ping, pong
Swing the gong
And it turned out to be a song