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Dog in the playground:Oh, no he don’t.He’ll come with me,You see if he won’t.
Don't move the goalposts.Leave them as they are.
Well, maybe this much wider.Now you've gone too far.
In a bit more. Stop.OK, that'll do.
I've just invented a flying machine;It's silver and gold and three shades of green.
When Harry went awayhe stole a part of Mum.No-one warned us. No-one said.We looked and looked for ages –
I like to stay upand listenwhen big people talkingjumbie stories
I does feelso tingly and excitedinside me
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.
One moment they were there and we were having funNow they've disappeared, every single one.I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared
Now the day is over,you're lying in your bedand cares are spinning endlesslyaround your weary head.Remember that the moon you seeis also shining down on me.
My Gran was a Caribbean ladyAs Caribbean as could beShe came across to visit usIn Shoreham by the sea.
Nobody knows what Jonjo knows. Nobody knows but he,So Jonjo took me for a walk and showed his world to me.