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the World's 1st Rocket

I fold the piece of paper and put it in my pocket

cuz I'm about to build the world's first rocket

 

Come along and paint my very first rocket ship

Be careful on my lawn my mother asks that you don't drip

 

We'll start the engine tomorrow morning and leave right after dawn

Lift off in my backyard, being careful of the lawn

 

Our rocket will go to outer space and land upon the moon

we'll be light years further away than any other person soon

 

I won't lose the paper, I'll keep it in my pocket

together we're gonna fly the world's first rocket

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aidyl-ecarg-nella
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Published
Mar 31, 2013
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