To Sing, make happy my lady
Tap my toes
Count till three
Making up this song
To Sing, make happy my lady
One two three
Here I go
Whistiling loud a song
To Sing, make happy my lady
Roses are red
Yes roses are aslo red, so what
I am still striking a chord
To Sing, make happy my lady
Here here the cows dance
They stamp on my feet
Hee-Haw Hee-Haw, I rumble
To Sing, make happy my lady
Them horses run and join
Piglets add chorus
Hee-Haw Hee-Haw, I sing
To Sing, make happy my lady
Labels: poetry
1 Comments:
only a very few poems(if i can call this a poem) makes me laugh. good one sri.
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