39. Bowls Lyrics

Bees buzzing, birds singing
The jack turning off the crown
A lawnmower in the distance
The wood coming nicely 'round
Sitting near the green just chatting A bad rub, a blocked line
Watching that throw for length
A bias on the garden cutting it fine
"See you tomorrow, Ada"
"See you tomorrow, Bill"

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