Run, Run, Run

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 ©Poet Affaq