A poem about a barbecue.
VERSION 2 RELEASED (backing track coming soon) (voice version after)
The kebabs sizzle on the sparkling grill.
The children help get the sauces ready, and
The dads cook.
The chicken rustles while gets crispy,
The lamb just stays quite.
The food is ready; it gets served while the
Smoky smoke rises.
The sun keeps the children happy,
The food keeps the mums happy
The food burns the children’s tongues
While they simmer in miner pain.
At the end of the day,
Everyone pays,
Their kindness and helpfulness
A perfect day!
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The kebabs sizzle on the sparkling grill.
The children help get the sauces ready, and
The dads cook.
The chicken rustles while gets crispy,
The lamb just stays quite.
The food is ready; it gets served while the
Smoky smoke rises.
The sun keeps the children happy,
The food keeps the mums happy
The food burns the children’s tongues
While they simmer in miner pain.
At the end of the day,
Everyone pays,
Their kindness and helpfulness
A perfect day!
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