In the shadows I will wait, For the boy who’s always late. Till the clock reads quarter to five, I won’t know if he’s dead or alive. Sometimes we will go for a swim, Have some laughs, before it gets grim. Then it’s time to play our game, Where we call it out by name. With little time to spare, We try to kill it if we dare. It hides above or sometimes below, We never know which way to go. No need to worry, it’s lots of fun, Until it finds us hiding Then we know we gotta run!
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