Says the little girl to the little boy,
"What shall we do?"
"I could play with your little toy"?
"That we could do"
Says the little girl to the little boy,
"What shall we do?"
"I could play with your little toy"?
"That we could do"
Are you wearing chaps?
And that perfectly
fine of course
Apart from the one
little fact
That you can’t ride a
horse
Are you wearing striped stockings?
It must be that time
of the year again
I know you think
they’re cute, but
Your legs look like necrotic
candy canes
Foghorn Leghorn the Cockerel
Is happy to be the
farmyard hick
Not through a lack of
ambition
But he’s never short
of a hot chick
All the Rabbits in the field
Backed away from
Farmer Kline
This strange
phenomenon
Is known as a receding
hareline
Her father drank black bitter coffee
Her mother sipped earl
grey tea
As I stood before her
parents
I was full of fear and
anxiety
It was a very daunting
experience
And it was not at all
as I planned
I was there for a
noble purpose
To ask for their daughter’s
hand
As the object of my
attentions
Sat demurely drinking
her juice
Her father started
choking
And mother turned
strangely puce
We left the house hand
in hand
Running head long from
the pair
They had both forbad
consent
But the lovers really
didn’t care
So, they went to the
Savoy Hotel
And ordered chilled
Chardonnay
which came in crystal goblets
Carried on a large
silver tray
They sat in luxury
surroundings
Until the bottle was
empty
And their hearts were
full of love
And their future was
full of plenty
It was a flamboyant thing
With a corresponding
price tag
But a Black Forest
Gateaux
Was really a sponge
cake in drag