Black Blew Stack and Will Come Back
players have been black
even though we blew our stack
will return and be coming back
when we would clamor
he hit my head with a hammer
would still be scammer
we will take a peak
all those things we want to seek
bothered by weather which is bleak
when we want to singg
birds we have heard in the spring
song book we should bring
when we sand a song
we had a page which was wrong
on right page belong
at a recital
each song we sang had a title
singing would be vital
brady we forbade
with a plain which was well laid
him be sure to trade
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2023
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