Lucky Kids

Learning Waltzing Matilda, I instantly knew
Australia was the place for me
I'd live like a swagman with my pet kangaroo
and play under the shade of a Coolibah tree

It was Christmas there in the summer—Cool!
So, I'd greet Santa surfing into the bay
and kids never had to go to school
I'd just swim and play baseball all day!

What am I doing here at seven?
when lucky kids live in an Australian heaven?

1/23/22
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Hankins Avatar
January 23, 2022 at 5:16 PM
I like this one, Robert, very much. It exactly reflects how a seven-year-old thinks!
Gorelick Avatar
January 23, 2022 at 6:04 PM
Seven-year-old flights of fancy! Thank you for visiting
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