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Benjamin Zephaniah

Benjamin Zephaniah

De Rong Song

Your house is
Falling down
Around
Your
Feet,
And you got
Nought
To eat,
Don’t worry
Be happy.
Your fish
Have drowned
You wear
A frown,
You search
But you don’t
Own a pound,
Don’t worry
Be happy.
 
You ain’t got
Nowhere to
Play,
Just balconies
And
Motorways,
Don’t worry
Be happy.
 
You meet
Someone
You really like,
They tell you to
Get on your bike,
Don’t worry
Be happy.
 
You’re on your bike
And all is fine,
You get caught
In a washing line,
Don’t worry
Be happy.
You go to school
The school is
Gone,
The Government
Put pressure on,
Don’t worry
Be happy.
Your tea is
Dry
Your ice is
Hot,
Your head is
Tied up in a
Not,
Don’t worry
Be happy.
You worry
Because
You’re hurrying,
And hurry
Because
You’re worrying,
Don’t happy
Be worried.

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