When I had my very first garden
It filled me with absolute
terror
I didn’t have any
experience
But I learnt by trowel
and error
When I had my very first garden
It filled me with absolute
terror
I didn’t have any
experience
But I learnt by trowel
and error
Georgie Porgie, Puddin' and Pie,
Kissed the girls and
made them cry
Until the day that it
came to be
He was investigated by
Yew Tee
We went on a self-catering
Luxury break in
Bognor
But the fully equipped
kitchen
Didn’t have an egg
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Why did the voyeur cross the road?
Well not just to get to the other side
The reason he wanted to cross over
Was so he could find somewhere to hide
Foghorn Leghorn’s wife only laid
Her eggs in the winter
or fall
But that made sense,
as she was
No Spring Chicken
after all
There is an Owl of low morals
That frequents our park
And subsequently it doesn’t
Give a hoot after dark
Among abominable snowmen
There is a virgin called Betty
And to all her kith and kin
She is known as a not Yeti