A Warm Fluffy Bed

The kids on the street

Have something to eat

With a warm fluffy bed

To cradle their head.

 

A nice little home

With no reason to moan

And a doll in her hand

That she calls Little Joan.

 

A box full of toys

For a good little boy

And a great family

That brings him great joy.

 

The kids on the street

Have something to eat

With a warm fluffy bed

To cradle their head.

 

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