Terri Loves a Ferry Ride
Young Terri loved a ferry ride,
She rode it all the time,
She'd put the money in the slot
To ride the ferry line.
The ferry rose up and down
Upon the harbour wave,
Sometimes she'd hear the foghorn
Blown by Ferry Master Dave.
When Terri arrived at the dock,
They'd put the gangplank down,
She'd whistle down the walkway,
Then stroll around the harbour town.
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