Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
he makes a pretty picture, doesn’t he?
Little Robin Redbreast
in the winter hard
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
he makes a pretty picture, doesn’t he?
Little Robin Redbreast
in the winter hard
Are you wearing a sombrero?
Have you been
somewhere in the sun?
I was told you were in
Cahoots
I didn’t believe it for
a second hon.
I told them you can’t
go there alone
You have to be there
with someone.
Are you wearing a spooky sweater?
Well, there’s no
attempt to hide
The ample contents so
I would say
You could turn me to
the dark side
When you are alone
And you eat something
It has no calories, as
long
As no one sees a thing
Fast food Drive through’s
I’m afraid, are a step
too far
And I find them quite
expensive
By the time you’ve
hired a car
“Don’t pick up hitchhikers”
I was told “don’t do
it ever”
Unless of course it
was you
Who actually ran them
over
It’s not really any comfort
If someone dies while
doing
Something that they
loved
When they were doing Heroin