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‘Who’s busy then?’ the children called

      As they ran along the street.

The butcher said: 'I am, for sure.

      I’ve to cut up all this meat!'

 

‘I’m busy too,' the baker said.

     ‘I’m making lots of bread.’

‘And I’m busy,’ said the dressmaker,

       As she cut more purple thread.

 

‘I’m busy too,' the blackbird called,

      As he hunted in the soil,

And the motorist said: 'I'm busy now.

      I see my car needs oil.’

 

‘Oh, and I'm quite busy,’ Josie sighed.

     ‘Here's another poem for you.

You children asked me to do this - - - 

      Oh, I guess, for sure, you knew.'       

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