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Xylophone!
Well, this was a really hard one to do,
Because really there's not a lot of cause, To begin with the letter X,
So I was rooting round my draws...
Looking in me filing cabinet,
Searching on the floor,
Looking for hints and tips,
Coz I couldn't think any more!
Xylophone, that's the one,
I had one as a child...
Could I play it I hear you ask?
Narr, cos I was too wild!
I loved climbing trees,
And beating up the boys,
But if anyone started crying,
I'd give them all me toys...
(Except me Xylophone)!
So, X, let me see,
Let me have a think what to write,
Oooer, I think I've conceded,
And now its time to say 'goodnight!'
©2002 Catherine Inglesby
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