Holiday

He took what he saw
Angry and bored by midday
The mountains were tall
He said we'd be there by Monday

Is this your idea of a holiday?

I wiped the dust from his face
And said, "You know it's Tuesday."
My towelling hat was tight
And I was so saddle-sore

Is this your idea of a holiday?

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