ROUND AND ROUND
Round and round the playground,
Marching in a line,
I’ll hold your hand.
You hold mine.
Round and round the
playground
Skipping in a ring
Everybody loves it
When we all sing.
Round and round the
playground
That’s what we like:
Climbing on the
climbing frame,
Riding on the bike.
Round and round the
playground,
All together friends.
We’re sad, sad, sad
When the school day
ends.
John Kitching
Fonte: https://www.panmacmillan.
Poema sugerido e lido por: Joana Dimas, 6.º B.
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