A City Rap
As I’m walking down the street
I click my fingers to the beat.
The cars hoot, the tyres skid;
I hit the top of a metal lid.
Babies cry, a phone rings;
I tap my feet to sounds of things.
Children shout, a noisy crowd;
I sing the rhythm very loud.
Litter crackles, puddles plop;
I knock the wall – I cannot stop.
The policeman whistles, a truck roars;
I can hear a man who snores.
As I am walking down the street
I click my fingers to the beat.
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