*cough* I'm going to sing for you now. Are you sitting comfortably? Right then, I'll begin.
"Ooooh...
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan, He grew whiskers on his chin-egan, The wind came out and blew them in again, Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again."
Thank goodness we don't have to worry about whiskers on our chin-egans like Spanky does. Sometimes it's good to be human. ;-)
In fact, we put the car in neutral and the wind blew it backwards!
Holy Cow - Are you in Russia yet? or Nova Scotia? depends which way it was a blowin'.
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ReplyDeleteI'm going to sing for you now.
Are you sitting comfortably?
Right then, I'll begin.
"Ooooh...
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan,
He grew whiskers on his chin-egan,
The wind came out and blew them in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan, begin again."
Thank goodness we don't have to worry about whiskers on our chin-egans like Spanky does.
Sometimes it's good to be human.
;-)
Gini
xx
(Why Pinocchio Owen is your nose growing?)
Lovely lullaby, thank you. Nightie night.
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