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Remus Road



The wind begins to wheeze through the crab apple trees

Out comes Freddy in his red white blue jeans

He strolls so slow to my little brother Bo

He’s giving him the ribbed elbow

Looking down his scarred up nose


Why why ride from Poppy Creek to Devonside

When Remus is a straight paved road

Why why hide when Freddy Freeman has been spied

Leaving home and heading for our newly finished fort


Wally Stevenson agrees, let him rip the fort apiece

Rather fix the fort than lose my teeth


Why why ride from Poppy Creek to Devonside

When Remus is a straight paved road

I confide that I am rendered petrified

It’s everything she wrote if Freeman’s at your throat


Riding Remus late one night - who wheelies up the right

Freddy Freeman screaming fe fi fo

Sometimes thinking in the night of him screaming on his bike

Makes me feel like a kid once more





words and music © Frank Allison