Treasure Island

John Anthony Gallagher


What to Do!


Here I think,

out of school

Don't have a clue

What to do.

The days are longer,

The nights cool.

I must think of

something to do.

I will sleep

and I can play,

I can sing throughout

the day, under the sun or

in the shade.

Make a choice

Get a clue,

Stop thinking so much

and do!

Here I think,

out of school

Don't have a clue

What to do.

The days are longer,

The nights cool.

I must think of

something to do.

I will sleep

and I can play,

I can sing throughout

the day, under the sun or

in the shade.

Make a choice

Get a clue,

Stop thinking so much

and do!

Submitted: Saturday, May 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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