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[title] => THE RACE CAR GAME
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[bodytext] => Go Dancer, Go Prancer, Go Donder, Hey, wait a minute, Jack! It’s Go Doc, Go Sneezy, Go Mater, Go Mac! Get down on the floor Gramps So I can ride on your back. The Race Car Game Is what we like to play. We’ll play it tomorrow But lets’s start today! Lightning McQueen is The Piston Cup Champ. But Chick Hicks thinks he’s better, What a very mean Scamp! Baby Bear’s the announcer He calls lap by lap, I hope he’s not tired, He takes sudden quick naps. There are fifty laps scheduled And they are on forty nine. When this race is over Who will have the best time? In Radiator Springs It’s the most fun we’ve seen. In a month now of Sunday’s Reigns Lightning McQueen! By: Robert Edgar Burns & Lucas Doyle Creighbaum [comments] => 0 [counter] => 204 [topic] => 5 [informant] => robert_edgar_burns [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ChildrensPoetry )
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