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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
We're the Mafia catsBugsy, Franco and ToniWe're crazy for pizzaWith hot pepperoni
A new boy joined our class today.His eyes are red, his skin is grey.He will not come outside to play.I think he needs a friend.
One was beautiful, silken hair to her waistand dutiful, kept it neatly in place.Please and Thanks were words she’d use.
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.
Itty-bitty. Bat. Tittle-tattle. TatShilly-shally. Shout. Dilly-dally. OutWilly-nilly. Woo. Silly Billy. Boo!Roly-poly. Rip. Pitter-patter. Pip
My twin brother lives across the street,
once in a while, we meet to eat,
he listens to me, lets me talk,
doesn't complain and doesn't baulk,
My Gran was a Caribbean ladyAs Caribbean as could beShe came across to visit usIn Shoreham by the sea.
Here's my hat.It holds my head,The thoughts I've hadand the things I've read.