The Olympic stadium
Is where all the countries
Come to see there athletes’
Women run with a pole,
Jump over a High BAR
And land on a BIG crash-mat.
I like this jump because you have to
Push yourself so High.
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The Olympic stadium
Is where all the countries
Come to see there athletes’
Women run with a pole,
Jump over a High BAR
And land on a BIG crash-mat.
I like this jump because you have to
Push yourself so High.
I like jumping and spinning around
I like the back-flips and tumbling
Do you know what it is called?
JIM-NAS-TICKS
I started out the day today
looking for some fun.
I hoped to wander far and wide,
enjoy the summer sun.
I sipped some lemonade,
I nibbled on some fruit.
But everywhere I went I heard,
“get away you dirty brute”.
I dined on chips, cold hake, some cake.
I had a mini feast.
But everywhere I went I heard,
“get away you uckie beast”.
I went into the cinema
to watch the lunchtime feature.
But everywhere I went I heard,
“get away you nasty creature”.
Then, sometime near a half past two,
I settled on some steaming poo.
I pondered on the day I´d had
and thought, you know, it wasn’t bad.
I’m just a fly;
not pretty, not clean.
But before I peg out
I’m living the dream!
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