Beautiful bundle of buoyant joy Blue and purple, pale and grey At the riverside I’ll wolf you down for tea tonight Pitter-patter, rain upon the lazy...
It came to be that a demise is where I start, Tear up the planks! Fogging the glasses of any coroner who dared get too close, I screamed, "Here! here...
You rode a razor-bladed, wooden sledge through the snow And I, sitting on my mum's tea-tray, asked, "Won't you give us a go?" And you said, "No! Your...