Loading ...The Great Big Hole
Look at the road!
Look at the road!
Right in the middle
is a great big hole.
What shall we do?
What shall we do
when we get close
to the great big hole?
I walk round,
I walk round
right round the edge
of the great big hole.
But you fall in,
you fall in.
You disappear
in the great big hole.
Now there’s me!
Now there’s me!
Just me on my own
and a great big hole.
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