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Run, run,
And I'll let you pass;
You can catch me,
I'm the gingerbread lass.

But I don't care if you're fast;
I'm slow,
'Cos I'm going the pace
That my feet can go.

You said I couldn't,
But I say "I WILL!",
Whether it's down
Or all up hill.

And you can take it
Up the big, fat shitter,
'Cos I am strong
And I'm not a quitter.

Walk, walk,
Walketty walk...

Walk, walk,
Walketty walk...

[Repeat incessantly until end of walk]

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Author's Note: I'm doing my best to train for a 26 mile walk next year. I've been told I'll not manage it, and that I'll make myself sick, so this is my mantra to help me walk rhythmically and forget the pain. Innit.

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