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springtime at poolecockerels a crowing and kids are at play lambs in the fields its a Brahms holidays lovers out walking and birds they do sing sun is a shining at first day of spring there's hares in the meadows and cows in the corn there's music and laughter its good to be born there's daisies and clover and rabbits a run whole lot of blossom and spring has begun the seas on the shoreline lapping today there's sands near the oceans and boats in the bay the sailors are dancing with girls on their arms you can hear the music and sing all their songs the hills of the purbecks they beckon to you there's treasures on islands and mermaids at Poole the seagulls they soar and the suns in full view the holiday makers make their way down to Poole there's hardy and blyton and old Robert Lou there's stories to tell them and crackerjack too them cockle are ripe and the fairs coming too there's so much to see in the olde town of Poole where Augustus john spent many a day drawing the gypsies and the boats in the bay you can write of old Freddie the boxer in town the Lawrence Arabia who worked for the crown Gulliver's at Lilliput or kin son today you can see all his contraband its stacked in Poole bay the cockleshell heroes were filmed across the way tenkos at wool and its spring holiday there's monkey world theme park and canford cliffs too the millionaires paradise they come here to Poole the yanks live at sandbanks john Lennon did too Brian cruthcher was speedway king and i was a fool Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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