The River
The river runs wild
An orphan child
Bottom rock tile
Through each mile
Trees along the bank
To hide and play a prank
Fishing boat cranked
To life here’s our thanks
Mud in between toes
Dirty stained clothes
Bait the fishing poles
Fun, fun, fun
Dry off in the sun
Its dark night has come
The river runs calm
Smoothing lip balm
Cool sweaty palms
Nice sweet mom
Time to go home
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