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Animals of the arcade, Farthing Wood we ain’t Admissions must be made, not one of us is a saint A motley crew are we, I suppose it takes allsorts We share coffee, we share tea and we always share our thoughts Such different species we all are yet side by side we stand For even when we’re below par, we are a merry band The chicken in her chilly room, she feels she’s lost her way But we all know sunshine or gloom, she delivers every day The pony keeps us all amused, trotting through the mob But actually we are quite confused, what exactly is her job? The wise owl often reads a book to pass the endless hours She sits and shivers in her nook despite her selling powers The elegantly pretty deer makes everything seem easy No matter how she feels when here, she’s always bright and breezy The deer has an assistant, a sleepy little mouse Who can be quite persistent as she sells things for the house And then there is the blackbird feeding everybody’s chicks Variation is her key word as a future spouse she picks Last and certainly not the most, the weasley little man Who acts like he’s the perfect host but cons you if he can And so each day we all display this animal behaviour Six happy souls and one convinced he’s our sodding saviour!
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:04 AM UTC
Arcade Menagerie
Animals of the arcade, Farthing Wood we ain’t Admissions must be made, not one of us is a saint A motley crew are we, I suppose it takes allsorts We share coffee, we share tea and we always share our thoughts Such different species we all are yet side by side we stand For even when we’re below par, we are a merry band The chicken in her chilly room, she feels she’s lost her way But we all know sunshine or gloom, she delivers every day The pony keeps us all amused, trotting through the mob But actually we are quite confused, what exactly is her job? The wise owl often reads a book to pass the endless hours She sits and shivers in her nook despite her selling powers The elegantly pretty deer makes everything seem easy No matter how she feels when here, she’s always bright and breezy The deer has an assistant, a sleepy little mouse Who can be quite persistent as she sells things for the house And then there is the blackbird feeding everybody’s chicks Variation is her key word as a future spouse she picks Last and certainly not the most, the weasley little man Who acts like he’s the perfect host but cons you if he can And so each day we all display this animal behaviour Six happy souls and one convinced he’s our sodding saviour!
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:04 AM UTC
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