Wednesday, January 22, 1997

"Over The Wall"

Over the wall...
  Comes a bright, red ball.
  I the ball up pick
  And back over the wall I kick.

Over the wall...
  A golden thing will fall.
  I wish to keep it in my pocket
  But I throw back that lovely locket.

Over the wall...
  Goes a great big fire ball.
  It lands and shatters.
  Then everything clatters.

Over the wall...
  A beautiful, dead body will fall.
  And in her pocket...
  A bright, red ball and a golden locket.

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