One night I was in charge of the house
When my parents had gone out side
I was having loads of fun
With the radio blaring and paper planes that glide
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A snake came to my water-trough
On a hot, hot day, and I in pyjamas for the heat,
To drink there.
In the deep, strange-scented shade of the great dark carob-tree
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Tick, tick, tick, echoed the miner's pick
Unleashing the captive from the depths below
The guardian of the treasure's soul
Deep within the Long Range Mine
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