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Jun 18, 2008
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my tummy-ache song
sing my song o' tummy ache,
my pocket's crammed with rye;
some four an' twenty blackbirds,
they baked me berry pie---
I quick chowed down it all
then thought I's gonna die:
my story oughta rivet you;
I said I'd never lie.
sing my song to tummy's ache,
my pock's awet with fry;
more four an' twenty blackbirds,
they baked me cherry pie---
I quick just scarfed it down
then s'posed I's gonna die:
my story oughta rivet you;
I said I'd never lie.
I'd stoop to tell you more,
but I'm about to cry:
my tum, she's close to killin' me,
an' now I wanna die.
Comments
Rett
17 years 10 months ago
RORFL
Janice Pearce
17 years 10 months ago
my tummy-ache song
infinite_dwarf
17 years 10 months ago
That'll learn ya!
wiktor
16 years 12 months ago
Hi