His shiny red hair, glowing in the sun
In my mind are memories full of fun
Covered in green writing, his baseball mitt
It makes me smile when I think of his whit
Little Shirley beans her favourite song
I could sit and talk with Phoebe all night long
My hands and mind both frozen with fear
What I want and can’t have, is a pint of beer
I miss phoebe loads I really do
And my little brother Allie, of course I miss him too
She keeps her kings in the back row
I wonder if Jane knows where the ducks go?
Kicked out of Pencey Prep I have nowhere left to go
I still have just one question, where do the ducks go?
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