Up and down
I will lead them
Up and Down
People come
and people go
Open the door
and let them know.
Once was OK
Twice is a shame
Thrice flung, the trebuchet.
And I am not to blame.
Sick the mind we see
But I thought none
to ye.
Till the last nail be done.
When all we have left are secrets
Hushed a time we ever spoke.
Over park, over pale
Over hill, over dale.
Travel do I, everywhere.
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