Each year there's a season
called summer
That I love for the
weather's much warmer
But now the time's come
To end all my fun
And I find that a really
big bummer
*
Last week it was clear
skies and sunny
But now it's all gray
clouds and runny
Such is my life
The North-Westerners
plight
Of rain clouds that breed
like a bunny
*
Go jump o're this wall
over there
And swing beneath bars
over here
We run too and fro
As we practice parkour
Every motion performed
with a flair
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