The Long-Leggedy Man
There is a man who stands so tall
I don't know how he walks at all
He wears blue clothes and a smart red hat
I don't know how he walks like that
He says hello and lifts his trilby
And says "good day" to the folks of Balby
He has long legs but tiny feet
How he gets around has got me beat!
It would be great to be that high
Up there with the birds that fly
Around your head and your waving flags
As tiny kids run between your legs
Long-leggedy man, this poem's for you
the one who walks like we can't do
(c) Tim Fellows 2017
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