Verse 1
Way back before we were so concerned with ‘health and safety’,
We did much more of those risky things we love, but lately
They’ve all been banned, been shelved and canned
In case we get a bruise or
We bump our heads or scratch our legs.
But left alone we’d choose to…..

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Ride our bikes, and…yikes! Even try with no hands!
Go for broke at breaststroke not wearing armbands!
Graze our knees up trees, and take the knocks!
And run about without our shoes and socks on!

Verse 2
It used to be that a snow ball was not frowned upon,
We would happily take one on the chin then carry on.
We’d skid over ice and pay the price
With frozen hands and feet but
Full of fresh air, we didn’t care.
It felt like such a treat to…..

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Ride our bikes…………

Verse 3
Oh how we long for a break-time playing British Bulldog,
And ‘all pile on’, piggyback jousting, a game of leapfrog.
And if we come a cropper someone’s there
To rub it better.
Don’t mind the pain, join in again,
Take home a ‘bumped-head’ letter.

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Ride our bikes…………