At World's End

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It has now been more than a fortnight

Since we left our home on a Tasmanian street

Can we look after ourselves at night

While our folks seek the world’s end?



At first what they suggested was a threat

Of a nanny who could babysit

But four of us are now well over eight

And it is not as if it’s the world’s end



From the window of our tiny student’s flat

Across the cobbled road known as St Mary’s Street

At the corner with High and Canongate

Is the beginning of the world’s end



Here Dad has something flat from the tap

While Mum is given something made with wheat

They say they are enjoying the quiet

Even if it is at world’s end



So while we watch the screen-flat

Entertained by Dreamworks or Disney

Our folks are amused with what’s at

The place known as At World’s End

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