Little boy blue
Come blow your horn
The sheep's in the meadow
The cow's in the corn
Now where is that boy
That looks after the sheep?
He's out picking flowers
With little Bo Peep
Little boy blue
He takes his axe
Raises it to give her
A couple whacks
Then he cries
As he sees his black sin
For tomorrow he'll be
In the loony bin
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
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5 comments:
With everyone calling him "Little Boy Blue", he was bound to end up there anyway ...
That's just plain wrong... I like it!
i love ur words... so melodious, so right, so beautiful.
thanks for droppin by my site.
This is so fantastic. Love your style.
Sorry to say it, but I still think Mother Goose is scarier. Demented old bird. *shudder*
I really like it, though. Kinda takes on a darker twist pretty suddenly there. Very nicely done. *claps*
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