J.W. Frogg

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Play In The Road With Matches (A Baby's Lullaby) - Poem by J.W. Frogg

We'll play in the road with matches...
We'll drink the Drano down...
We'll run with scissors in our hand and...
hide in the fridge where we can't be found.
When Daddy tells us not to...
We'll say “you're a crazy old man”...
When Mommy tells us not to...
We'll say “but Daddy said I can”.
We'll play in the road with matches...


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 18, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013


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