Mummy's Little Soldier
Look at little Danny, playing with his gun,
Running around the garden,
Mouth full of chewing-gum,
Hiding in the bushes,
Rustling through the trees
looking for the enemy,
Crawling on his knee's,
Suddenly he spies them,
And aims to take his shot,
The bullet fire he imitates,
With bubble-gum pops!
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