THE LITTLE GIRL WHO LIVED DOWN THE STREET
by Caitlin, 11, VIC
The little girl who lives down the street
My sister says she’s a creep
Mum says don’t go near
I reckon she thinks I fear
I wish I could explain why
But all my father does is sigh
One night I go down the street
I make sure that I creep
I see the little girl who lives down the street in a car
I can’t see why she’s looking so far,
Until I see a shooting star
The little girl who lived down the street
Maybe she isn’t such a creep
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