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If you break your leg don’t come running to me I’ve told you before about climbing that tree It isn’t a playground for you to have fun Go out in the garden and play in the sun Or get on your bike and head out for a ride Take it down to the beach but watch out for the tide There’s always the park you could play on the swings Go fishing or something there’s oodles of things Now get down at once, I won’t tell you again You’re ever so naughty, you’re being a pain Please do as you’re told and stop being a bore Well! I really don’t know what I married you for

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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