Run, run, run
Where the water runs
Summer rains came
After the long wait
Run, run, run
Aah, glee entered
into grain fields.
Don't look behind
It's my mother,
She rushes with my
forgothen lunch
Run, run, run
Where the water runs
Don't look behind
It's our duck
With her duckings.
Run, run, run
Don't look behind
It's someone
may be a drunken
fell on the road
a hundred tonne
Run, run, run.
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