A Kids Life - Poem by Bob Fletcher
Its Freezing in the Playground
But they wont let us in
they're all 'No supervision'
But we wouldnt make a din
They're in the staff room warm as toast
while we stand here and freeze
while They drink tea and eat cream buns
a Kids life is no breeze
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