Jasmine Hill
Cedric Sands
A rogue of a lad was Cedric Sands,
He’d hair that looked like peacock fans.
His trousers were splashed like a palette of paint,
To some he was mad, to others a saint.
His jangle of earrings would swing in the breeze
Like baubles and bells upon christmas trees
And his shoes when he walked would lighten the street
And bounce on the pavement like a rhythmical beat;
And he danced and he sang and his eyelids did glow
As bright as the colours upon a rainbow,
And he danced and he sang and he whistled a tune
With a smile that laughed like the moon.
But they called him a lout, they called him a yob
‘Cause he didn’t have a suit and he didn’t have a job,
But when the skies looked cold and bleak
On Cedric Sands the sun would streak.
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