Oakey Dokey Smokey
Oakey Dokey Smokey
He's my motley my baby pokey
geez smokey you sounded a little crockey
why I loved to be your blokey
let me hug yah like a bug in a rug
so snug we both kinda look like a pack of lugs
your one fat cat I can definitely say that
but boy cross your path
and we all end up in a big
black trap...
Copyright © Diana Fick | Year Posted 2018
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