“Kind Boomerang” by Toni Newell

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I used to throw a Frisbee,

But it would never come back,

Billy Joe would make it worse,

The Frisbee he’d hijack.

One day I saw a programme,

About Aborigines,

There it was, the boomerang,

Thrown with so much ease.

The magic of the boomerang,

When thrown it comes back,

Saving time and energy,

Searching down some track.

It took a little time to learn,

But I’ve got it in the bag,

My boomerang is kind to me,

It returns, I shouldn’t brag.

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