When we were kids, we didn’t go
Sledging and
tobogganing
Going down the hill on
a tin tray
Was more our kind of
thing
When we were kids, we didn’t go
Sledging and
tobogganing
Going down the hill on
a tin tray
Was more our kind of
thing
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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