Mister Skinny Legs
He stood on the washing line
Did mister skinny legs,
Expert he, at balancing
There amongst the pegs.
A gentle breeze was blowing
It set the line a-swinging,
He obviously enjoyed it
Skinny legs, he started singing.
He warbled such a sweet refrain
As he swung to and fro,
Skinny legs, he sang and sang
How I enjoyed it so.
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