Perhaps a Park

PERHAPS A PARK

This is the view from my balcony;

Our street is rather strange.

Both sides go up and down you see

So it's a sort of interchange.

Once it was a railway line

Which explains the configuration;

It gives us a pleasant little 'park',

Enhancing our situation.

By rights it's not a park, I know;

It's just a sort of verge,

But children can run and play on it

Whenever they get the urge.

It's an easy place to walk a dog

Beneath the shady trees,

And sometimes neighbours sit out there,

Enjoying the evening breeze.

Our private garden's miniscule,

There's only room for pots,

And so our little private 'park'

Is one of our best-loved spots.

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LOLLIPOP LADY

The Lollipop Lady is lucky

Her lollipop's big as a tree

She gave it a lick

Right down to the stick

And nobody saw her but me.

The Lollipop Lady is Lucy

If I were like her I'd be proud.

A lorry goes by

And she's shouting out 'Hi!'

And the driver is laughing out loud.

If I were a Lollipop Lady

I'd lick lollipops all the day long.

I'd stand in the street

Quite contented to eat

And la-la a Lollipop song.

The Lollipop Lady is lucky

Her lollipop certainly grew

From low it grew high,

And that isn't a lie!

She tells me it's perfectly true!

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