John Fenn

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And they visit every evening, for a dance
They are lovely to behold and very welcome
I just wish they didn’t trample on my plants
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I am not a robot
I am not made of steel
I’ve a mind I’ve a brain
I can think, I can feel
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We haven’t known each other
For too long it must be said
Though I think you’re jolly lovely
From your toes up to your head
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Kids to the left of me, kids to the right of me
Kids screaming loudly, kids they’re a blight to me
Give them a sweetie or some other thing
Let them outside, to yell on the wing
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A farmers works not easy
It’s an ‘ard and lonely life
I never gets to town much
So its ‘ard to find a wife
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