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Tennis Anyone?


My mamma is too busy

watchin’ the cardinal and the robin

take a bath in the dew up on our hill

and the blackbird scooping up a cicada in his bill.

If tennis is not your game

i love walking just the same.

After mamma sips her tea

and eats her sourdough bread

maybe she will remember that i haven’t been fed.

Until then i will chew on this thing like gum

and wish my mamma wasn’t such a BUM!