The slaps are as loud as claps
Lava lavas flow with the wind
Everybody’s got their drums and
giving signs of thumbs
Everybody’s dancing kind of like
Prancing
Pork buns are hot and
Steaming
People a screaming
And gleaming
We can be loud like dragons
When it comes to the
Screaming
Peas are what we wear
For churches or the fair
By Sariah Nesbit
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