Song of the day
Once upon a time lived a king
Who owned a handsome flea….
....a flea, hahahahaha .....a flea.
He cherished him and loved him
As though a son were he…
A flea, hahahahaha ….a flea…
He called the royal tailor
Who toiled for days and nights
To make the flea a doublet
And fancy purple tights.
A flea hahaha...a flea
Our flea is dressed in velvet
And silks of golden hue
A ribbon o'er his shoulder
A jewelled order too...
...a flea! hahahaha...a flea!
A minister they made him
A diamond star he wore
And all his poor relations
Got orders galore...
A flea hahaha...a flea
The courtiers, male and female,
They were no longer gay.
The queen and all her ladies
Were pestered night and day, ha ha!
A flea hahaha...a flea
To scratch they were forbidden,
They had to bear the prick.
But we, when we are bitten
Know how to scratch... and kick!
...a flea! hahahaha...a flea!
Goethe
posted by Whispering Walls at 8:37 am
3 Comments:
Clearly your visit to Glastonbury has got to you. Sadly I cannot finish: 'There was a young lady from Natchez
Who said 'Where I itches I scratches:'
And so on = Anyone care to finish it, if it is decent?
LOL Portinari!
How about:
"Her back to the door,
She rubbed her rump raw,
That unfortunate lady from Natchez"
I've gone all itchy now!
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