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Dad you promised we wouldn’t slide down from that highest hill
Daddy, you said that water ride is not that scary
You told me you’d buy me a sweet popcorn and hot dog.
And now I’m in fake plastic boat, which looks like a log.
And we are coming nearer and nearer to that hill
One quick moment on highest point and then
Little by little Down
Water drops in face
Dad, you are a liar!