The Dusty City


In this dusty city , there was once a girl

she loved off reading books and eating ice cream swirls

along the passage,  she walks up and down

punctually everyday in her pink gown

she loves music and had it always in her ear

no matter how much you called for her , she can never hear

she paces up and down like a bowler ready to bowl his wicket

speeding so fast if cops were there she’d have gotten a ticket

oh the tails of The Dusty ole City

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