David Threadgold

Fishermen cast out their nets
We all in turn go fishing
Some will use a rod and line
While others fish by wishing
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Look beyond the stars and planets
Through the vastness of deep space
To the edge of mans own vision
Travel to this unknown place
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I remember my first days at school
How the building seemed so big
I remember where I hung my coat
By the picture of a pig
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Up to my knees in the pigsty
Where little pigs learned how to swim
I needed a very large shovel
To dig out the ones who were dim
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Morning mist near badgers set
No one’s coming home just yet
Black and white stripes muddy browned
Digging juicy worms from ground
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Dim the lights within the room
From bright to subtle glow
Put on our favourite record
Turn pace from fast to slow
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Those claws of yours for grabbing
Large eyes so you can see
Sharp teeth to tear the meat apart
You’d brought back home for tea
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I built myself a time machine
And travelled to the past
Where dinosaurs looked hungry
So my visit didn’t last
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Ten chubby fingers
On two chubby hands
Reach for support
To help when she stands
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Champagne party popping corks
People meeting having talks
Moonlight shining having walks
On her dance card names she chalks
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When I walked into a fish bar
I fancied fish and fries
But when I got inside the bar
I couldn’t believe my eyes
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I placed five bob on the favourite
It should have not been past
He sat still in the starting stalls
And came a dismal last
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Through tall trees
The sun invades
To highlight leaves
In different shades
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In green meadow grasses
Small daises will grow
Chain links to come
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Amber lights what do they do
Will drivers ever know?
Not many think they mean to stop
Most think they mean to go
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Acid rain that burns the trees
The leaves of green turn brown
Their bark has turned a whitish grey
From water running down
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You shine in the darkness
I made you my wife
Now we glow together
Oh light of my life
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I remember in the fifties, I stayed for my school dinners
At six sided tables, with six chairs to match
I remember on walls, having all the art class winners
Whilst the dinner ladies served our food by batch
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I remember in the fifties we didn’t have a lot
We were always pleased with everything we had
I remember how we utilised the things that we had got
Making things we knew would make each other glad
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Who put the jam in the doughnut?
Who made the sugar so sweet?
Who sent me down to the bakers?
Who wrapped them up very neat?
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