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Windy Park

The wind blows through the park,

My mood is bleak and dark.

Teenage voices glad,

What hope do they have?

In a world gone mad,

Should not one be sad?

The weather speaks to me,

Why can not man be free,

Flying with the breeze,

Amongst the dancing trees.

 

The Fox And The Bear

A fox he went a-hunting, a-hunting with a bear,

They tracked a huntsman down, they tracked him to his lair.

Said the huntsman to the animals, “Two against one simply isn’t fair. Give a man a sporting chance to escape from his lair”.

Said those two to the huntsman, “Sir we have no gun. Come out, we’ll give you a sporting chance, lets all have some fun”.

Through an open window the huntsman tried to run.

The animals followed in hot pursuit, then came the fun.