Picnic at Donaldson Park
As I climb down the hillI go to my favorite spot
I see some people there
Who are having fun
Who they are, I don't know
Where they come from
There is no clue
But they're having fun
Enjoying the day
Playing volleyball
With their own net
Having a bar-b-que
A huge picnic in fact
With several people there
I sit and watch for a while
At a table not too far away
Watching them quietly
Having fun
Almost as quickly
As I arrive
Suddenly they're gone
All packed up and poof
For when I next looked
It was a ghost spot
All empty and alone
So I too went home
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