THE SOUND OF CHILDRENS FEET
¶ 1
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Down our street it’s ever so neat,
You rarely hear the sound of children’s feet.
Tidy gardens and pretty flowers,
No factory chimneys or towers.
¶ 2
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Commuters who come home in their company cars,
That look at us as though we’re from mars.
We are supposed to be seen and not heard,
Dare we not say a word?
¶ 3
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They don’t want us to be normal kids playing skating
and
Football in the road.
Maybe it’s because they are getting old?
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Have they forgotten what it’s like to be a child?
Expecting us to be so meek and mild.
Did they ever kick a ball in the street or
Make the sound of childrens feet?
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