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TOYSStop that racketWhen weve finishedStop that noise!We rejoice.Time to pick up Mom has foundAll these toys!Her quiet voice!Mom is angryTempers boil,She is wound upLike a coil!Pick up toys,Sweep the soil,Get those coinsAnd wipe that oil!Pick up paperAnd bits of foil,Time to hurry,Time to toil!Troy and RoyMy name is Troy. I pretended all day. I acted like a cowboy. I galloped away! I rounded up the cattle. I bundled some hay. I asked my friend Roy If he wanted to play. Oh boy! said Roy As he joined in with me. We planted in the soil. We snacked by a treeT