Do Diddle Di Do.
Do diddle di do, poor Jim Day.
Got stuck fast in yesterday.
Squinting he was on crossed legs bent,
Never heeding the wind was spent.
Round veered the weather cock, the sun drew in
And stuck was Jim, like a rusty pin.....
We pulled and we pulled from seven till twelve,
Jim, too frightened to help himself.
But all in vain the clock struck one,
And there was Jim a little bit gone.
At half past five you scarce could see
A glimpse of his flapping handkerchee.
And when came noon and we climbed sky-high,
Jim was a speck slip-slipping by.
Come tomorrow,the neigbours say,
He'll be past crying for, poor Jim Day.
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(Words spoken by Geoff)