The Bucket
The bucket of youth shiny strong
Designed to reach deep hold large things
It held work, fun, frolic, much wrong
Became worn this bucket that brings
Designed to reach deep, hold large things
A hole appeared now things trickle
Became worn this bucket that brings
The water that's living could flow
A hole appeared now things trickle
It held works, fun, frolic, much wrong
The water that's living could flow
The bucket of youth shiny strong
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