The Red Red Robineth
Another day closer, sweeteth spring does cometh
The thought makes me smileth and my sadness does plummeth
Happens every yeareth
So don't have no feareth
We'll soon be singing like the robineth in her nesteth
(It's John John's faulteth!)
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2016
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