Imagination I run around the willow tree, Where my little brother sings with me, We like to sing about the field, Where stands a soldier with a shiny shield, We like to push our imaginations further, And pretend the knight is king arthur, His shiny shield reflects the sun, Which shines on a cowboy who pulls out a gun, He points the gun a king Arthur's face, But my brother runs at him with a can of mace, The cowboy screams and falls to the ground, Then we run home to feel safe and sound. If you get into it, your imagination can take you to a whole new world.
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