He sniffs the monkey bars with two big nostrils
Molecules travel to their new home James’ nose is cozy and safe Until allergy season rolls around Left hand grasps, right hand grasps One monkey bar conquered Left hand stretches out to reach another Miss, whiff, tumble and fall Poor James, now lies on the ground Face in dirt, he breathes it in Like momma’s apple pie crumble Raindrops fall on his bare back I should have worn a shirt today A flood, a deluge, takes James away He floats above the playground He may be wet, but now is king James, the king of the playground The water spits him upward James lands on the roof The storm melts away Seeping into the surface I'm not coy, I'm a boy He repeats anxiously to the sun He’s not coy, he’s a boy He’s king of the playground He's having fun
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