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I stretch to the Moon

I stretch to the stars

To Jupiter, Saturn

And way beyond Mars

I stretch my muscles to make myself stronger

In the whole wide world there's nobody longer

I stretch into the garden

Down the hall and up the stairs

I stretch under rugs, carpets

Tables and chairs

I've been like this since I was created

I live my life forever elongated


I'm a friendly, bendy, never-ending man

Mr Elastic that's who I am


I stretch down the bakers

To buy a loaf of bread

I'll need a fifty foot grave

To bury me in when I'm dead

I love to see the shock on strangers' faces

When I don't kneel down to tie my shoelaces

I stretch up high

I stretch wide and low

I stretch my head

Shoulders, knees and toes

(I can even stretch my nose)

I stretch up the ladder to the window cleaner

And quickly contract like a cool concertina


I'm a friendly, bendy, never-ending man

Mr Elastic that's who I am


I stretch to Mount Everest

Skyscrapers and aeroplanes

Through manhole cover cracks

Along sewers and drains

From a sitting down position I mend broken lights

You'll not find a tape measure half my height

I stretch to the bottom

I reach the top

I stretch to Kings Cross Station

And my local bus stop

People say “Be careful or you might snap”

I say “Don't dismay, I'm OK, I'm a stretchable chap”


I'm a friendly, bendy, never-ending man

Mr Elastic that's who I am

 
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