Yes, I walked down the tracks
Through the jungles, in school to doodle
In my books hiding under the desks
I scribbled pictures of superman and the poodles.
The tracks were covered with marks of hoofs
And lumps, lumps of cow dunks
I swing, I swing large plastic hoops
Those I picked from the junks.
On summer I seen these soil parting with cracks
In rain my shoes on sticky muddy puddles
The boys looking at the sky with a kite would lack,
The flow of wind, no leave could wobble.
Wait all day for the ting tang of the metal bell,
Books and books full in so called sacks
In a line marching along the tracks we shall
Carry these sacks, full on with sweat on back.
Go home for the soup of two minute noodle
Then change clothes and run into the field
With the ball near the goal post, bobble
Then swing for green guavas, help the leaves wobble.
