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He was seven and I was six, my Brendon Gallacher.He was Irish and I was Scottish, my Brendon Gallacher.His father was in prison; he was a cat burglar.
One two three,you can dance like me.
With arms held highthat's how you start,let deh music touch your heart.
Jumbie jump highJumbie jump lowJumbie jumpin to calypso
Jumbie doin a dancein de silk-cotton treehe waitin for jouvayan steelban music to breakaway
Now we're up on the edge
and over, on the mountain
with mountains beyond. Behind us,
in the dark
Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
Little toad little toad mind yourselfmind yourself let me plant my cornplant my corn to feed my horsefeed my horse to run my race – the sea is full of more than I know
I went to the shopto get me a carrotOh dear!They gave me a parrot.
Oh dear!Look what I gotDo I want that?No I do NOT!
Please Mrs ButlerThis boy Derek DrewKeeps copying my work, Miss.What shall I do?
Newly baked and fresh todayEat while hot or take away.
Come across the rainbow bridgeto Asgard, where the Norse gods live!