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There’s a giant purple ball
That he likes to kick all over.
Running along, tripping over sticks
Or kicking it through the clover.

There is a big high fence
Surrounding all of his yard,
So we enjoy watching the fun
Without always being on guard.

He runs along behind it laughing 
And then gives it a big, swift kick.
We never saw a child have so much fun
With a ball as this little boy named Nick.

© Copyright 2001.06.27 by Jean E. Gorney