Baa Baa black sheep
Have
you any wool?
Please
say yes sir
To
make my wagon full
No,
I don’t have any wool
You
bloody Wally
I’m
not a sheep
I’m
your Border Collie
Baa Baa black sheep
Have
you any wool?
Please
say yes sir
To
make my wagon full
No,
I don’t have any wool
You
bloody Wally
I’m
not a sheep
I’m
your Border Collie
I’m thinking about taking a holiday
But
I don’t know where to go
However,
I may end up in Sane
How
I get there, I don’t know
As
they don't have an airport
You
can be driven there though
An evening spent
With my wife’s family
Is good food and wine
A thousand souls
Plus, half a thousand more
Never again to feel
Land beneath their feet
Lost to the icy deep
For man’s conceit
And lay there still
In companionable rest
Beneath the icy sea
With the unsinkable lady
Of the White Star Line
It’s my birthday today and I’m seventy-three
And
I’m fit as a fiddle, nothing wrong with me
Although
my memory's not like it used to be
And
also my memory's not like it used to be
My wife said I was not myself today
Which
I thought was a funny thing to say
But
then she went on to say to me
She
noticed the improvement immediately
Growing old together
Is not an easy trip
In fact, as time goes by
It’s just a pain in the hip