The Toy
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The Submarines lie quiet now night has fallen They're safe beneath the Maidstone's watch full gaze. Gently rocked by wavelets from tides flow Like sleeping children tired from their days play. Are they so tired from diving south of Weymouth From playing tag deep down among the rocks and shoals While scurrying frigates searched and tried to find them By listening to the beat of there pulse? Sleep Sidon, dream of hiding 'neath those waters Of playing with your brand new shiny toy But when you wake, take care and treat it softly For grown up toys can sometime lead to tears The sun has risen clear 'bove Portland Harbour The Maidstone, she has fed her hungry brood As one by one they glide beyond her comfort She signals them farewell and safe return. It's time to go why are you hesitating? It's wrong to keep friends waiting for their game Come Sidon slip your lines and lets be playing Today's the day we'll find out where you hide. The shrieking, putrid geyser, it roared skyward No instant smell of death but it was there The world and time stood still or that is how it seemed As that graceful crippled vessel slowly died. No she won't be out to play today or ever Her heart's been torn from out her slender frame By a brand new top range toy she played with A grown up toy that this time lead to tears. |
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Author: Alec Giles
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