I have a toy train,
My brother dropped it down the drain,
I bought a lolly,
My brother wanted to push the trolley.
I like to hop,
Until I drop,
At the sound of the gun,
I run and run.
Go to sleep Eddy,
And take your teddy,
Get to bed,
And rest your head.
Organisation is a skill,
It’s not good to be ill,
A doctor you must see,
Before you go overseas.
I have a toy train,
My brother dropped it down the drain,
I bought a lolly,
My brother wanted to push the trolley.
I like to hop,
Until I drop,
At the sound of the gun,
I run and run.
Go to sleep Eddy,
And take your teddy,
Get to bed,
And rest your head.
Organisation is a skill,
It’s not good to be ill,
A doctor you must see,
Before you go overseas.
I have a toy train,
My brother dropped it down the drain,
I bought a lolly,
My brother wanted to push the trolley.
I like to hop,
Until I drop,
At the sound of the gun,
I run and run.
Go to sleep Eddy,
And take your teddy,
Get to bed,
And rest your head.
Organisation is a skill,
It’s not good to be ill,
A doctor you must see,
Before you go overseas.
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