Whitewashing

by

Meghan Peck

I walk down the old river,
That is surrounded by a white picket fence,
I run my stick against it,
It makes a soft rrrrrrik sound,
I fear to be caught,
For this fence has just been painted,
And if any marks are left,
I'll be in trouble,
I go back to my book,
Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain,
Thomas John McGill,
What do you think you're doing,
Nothin' at all mom,
I know what you did,
Now you come get some paint,
And paint that fence over,
How about usin' whitewash,
Like in the book Tom Sawyer,
All right,
Now I really feel like Tom Sawyer,
Anyone what to have fun and whitewash a fence?

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from: London, England, UK

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