Someone stole my Space Hopper in 1979.
I didn't have much to myself
But that Space Hopper was mine.
At the bottom of our garden in my den under a tree
I hid my orange friend there and went in for my tea.
Some skally took a liking to my Hopper and took it away.
I'll never know who did this thing to this very day.
I'd had years of fun bouncing around on him.
Doing handstands over him and using him like a gym.
If you see a lonely space hopper in the West side of Hull.
Send him back to me and of happiness I will be full.
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