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Moving Day


Celista Tremblay

The big yellow truck
pulled up in a jiffy
The little blond girl went into a tiffy

For she knew that her friend was moving away
But did it really have to be today

The movers were bringing out boxes and shelves
As she hid her head and cried to her self

And when she looked up he was here to say
Mary come with me let's go and play

Mary took him by the hand
And off they went to explore the land

But when they returned it was time to go
Mary began to cry and say no

As the truck pulled away the little boy waved
Mary cried she couldn’t be brave

Several days came
And several days went
Mary wondered if she’d ever see him again

It was then that morning
the door bell rang without warning

And when she opened the door there was the boy
And in his hand he held a small toy

Mary this is for my friend
I told you I would be back to see you again.

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