I want a trampoline.
I want a trampoline,
That’s made out of plasticine,
I’d really like it to be green,
’cause that’s my favourite colour.
If you want a paper dish,
And that’s your only wish,
I would speak to my friend Trish,
’cause I think she has one.
We can have a barbecue,
It will be the work of me and you,
I will bounce and you will chew,
Because that’s just what we want to do.
But there will come a time one day,
When these two things might fade away,
But I know that you’re a friend to stay,
’cause you told me not to go.
But one day is the one I fear,
The time will come I won’t be near,
We won’t be able to just drink beer,
’cause I’ll already be gone.
I will miss you there’s no doubt,
There are still things I will smile about,
But just because we are not trout.
Doesn’t mean that we can’t swim.