PART ONE
The Malago valley,
A pretty valley
With a meandering stream,
All a dream-
It will last forever,
The chirping crickets will stop never-
The butterflies fluttering
The birds are chattering-
The trees are still
Its natures will.
I see the flowers
Dog roses make pretty bowers,
Oh! How gay they look
As with the breeze they play.
I saw a caterpillar going up the grass.
Going up the green, green grass
I hear the birds chirping in the trees
Their voices carries in the breeze.
The grass is soft upon my feet
Instead of the hard, hard street.
Hark! There is a sparrow
And here is the crow.
Flying above the Malago.
PART TWO
The rain pattered down upon the ground,
As I left school still the pattering sound
A crash of thunder, a streak of lightening-
Very, very frightening.
I got home and my mother came back
The rain did not slack
My brother went out
The rain and thunder still about.
It got worse, my aunt arrived
Still the rain dived
My mother was talking
The rain went pi-pat,
I looked out to see the lightening
From the window of the flat.
Then, oh what a horror met my eyes-
Outside it was flooding, what a surprise.
"Mum , Mum" I called out
"look ,look at the water round about"
My aunt he came from Yate
And had to drive back so could not wait.
They went like a flash
And still you could hear the thunder crash.
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