When I go out to play,
Mom always has to say,
“Don’t go past the end of the driveway.”
I wonder what is there,
Could it be a big Bear,
Waiting for me in his lair,
Past the end of the driveway.
I wonder if when,
I go past the end,
A Lion leaps from his den,
Past the end of the driveway.
What if I should go,
Beyond the end I know,
And get eaten by a Rhino,
Past the end of the driveway.
I know that I shan’t,
Ever take such a chance,
And go past the end of the driveway.
Please tell me what you think
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oh wow i love the very kiddish tone to this, my mother too, told me not to go past the end of the driveway. Trust me, it's safe
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