Pearl Harbor
I was walking down the street,
But there was pain in my feet.
I saw the beach,
Smelled like a fresh peach.
I heard the planes,
As they shook the sugar canes.
They started shooting,
As they were parachuting.
As loud as an alarm,
They shot someone in the arm.
I started running home,
My eyes started to foam.
By now I was crying,
But I was really trying.
With the Japs over head,
And part of the army dead.
When the japs retreated,
America wasn’t defeated.
It started getting harder,
Right after pearl harbor.
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