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Sun's Out
by
Rusty Broadspear
Sun's out, I'm out
Stop me - whoosh!!
Stop me if you can.
I'm loose
And I do what I want,
If I can.
Calling all kids,
WHERE ARE YOU!!?
New day born
Got catapult
One firework
Penknife
Stones
And the Comets are rockin'
Round the clock
In the house opposite.
Sun's out, I'm out
Sliding down the bank
To the stream
To tickle me a trout.
HEY! AM I THE ONLY ONE ALIVE!!?
Grass wet
Pants wet
Time for a pee
Up the old oak tree.
Bird on the ground
Peckin' around
Catapult, stone.
Stone, catapult.
Over shoulder glance
Aim . Its gone,
No result.
This is getting really,
(Pick my nose),
Boring.
Sun's out, I'm out
No-one else is.
Stones from my pocket
Chucked one by one
Into the stream,
Don't kill a trout
And decide not to shout
Anymore.
Go home and wait
For someone to invent..............
A PlayStation.
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