Oh the joy, the joy
It is to run
With a smile on my face
And a spring in my step
To run without a care
Or just put behind you
All your worries and cares
To never ever bother about your pace
Ok ok, to be little bothered
About your pace
And just enjoy the cool breeze
On my face
Lest I trip and fall
On an untied lace
To take it all in
The fresh air
The cool breeze
The ingredient for a perfect morning
To be aware and alive
Lest I be mauled and eaten
For then I would be not alive
Oh the joy, the joy
It is to run just like a child would
No worries if form
Or even footstrike
Just pure unadulterated joy
Just the way Phoebe does
The one you feel deep within
To realise why you began to run
In the very first place
To have some moments of fun
And yes, to stay fit and healthy too
Oh the joy, the sweet joy
It is to run
To talk endlessly with you pals
Like gossipy old gals
Not caring of all those who stared
And then find a spot to pose
That will go up with our social media post
Oh the joy, the joy
It is to run
On a cold December morning in the park
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