by Neil Clair
Run away into the sunset! Run away for dear life!
|With the (apple) in his hands
And a pair of shoes on his feet,
(Whiz kid), Tommy, began his journey
And his life's now complete.
He threw down the (beach towel)
And sand flew into the air of September.
The wind blew into his face,
And shortened his (bad temper).
His running was short
But enough to make him calm.
He was soon on his way back
To settle a dispute with mom.
[IN THE BRACKETS ARE THE WORDS REQUESTED.]