little boy bugle
little boy bugle come blow your horn
the sheep are in the coffee, they need shaved and shorn
Don’t you mean little boy blue? I asked my friend, Mrs. McDorn.
I don’t shave people she said, giving me a glare of scorn.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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