The Lollipop Man
 
The Lollipop Man,
Whose name is Stan,
Wakes at the crack of dawn.
He cleans his teeth,
In the cup beneath ,
And gives a toothless yawn.
Through bearded glare
And wide eyed stare
He’s ready for the morn.
 
The Lollipop Man,
Whose name is Stan,
Waits at the playground gate.
He stops the cars,
As the children pass,
So none of them will be late.
He knows them all
Large, fat and small
And so he’s prepared to wait.
 
The Lollipop Man,
Whose name is Stan,
Returns to his one bed flat.
He reads the news,
And airs his views,
To his poor decrepit cat.
But after a snack
He soon heads back
For his daily chance of a chat.
 
The Lollipop Man,
Whose name is Stan,
Arrives on the dot of three.
He talks to each mum,
As along they come,
To take the kids home for their tea.
And despite his glare
They’re glad he’s there,
He’s really quite friendly, you see.


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