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Let me do it, let me do itLet me blow up the balloonLet me do it, let me do itLet me go to the moon
A little bit of rice,a little bit of pea,on my platefor my tea.
A little bit of jam,a little bit of toast,in the morningswhen I love it most.
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
My Gran was a Caribbean ladyAs Caribbean as could beShe came across to visit usIn Shoreham by the sea.
The living room remembers Gran dancing to Count Bessie.The kitchen can still hear my aunts fighting on Christmas Day.The hall is worried about the loose banister.
Nobody knows what Jonjo knows. Nobody knows but he,So Jonjo took me for a walk and showed his world to me.
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!
In our flatfaces speakof places across the sea.
In our flatvoices walk intalking, but not like me.
Please Mrs ButlerThis boy Derek DrewKeeps copying my work, Miss.What shall I do?
Newly baked and fresh todayEat while hot or take away.