Old Wooden Head
Old Wooden Head
Outside in the garden
Just to the left of the shed
Sits and old sage
With a wooden head
He never moves a muscle
To help to cut the grass
Or do any weeding
Just sits as bold as brass
However, what happens after dark
When we are all in bed
Would make you blush with shame
Just make your face go red
He comes alive at midnight
Around the garden he goes without fail
Upsetting the lovely mermaid
By treading on her tail
As she splashes around in the water fountain
Nude as nude can be
The poor old Gnome sat in the corner
Covers his eyes so he cannot see
But poor old woody just gets excited
And wants to dance as well
But the mermaid has to point out
If he gets wet then his limbs will swell
Then he will rot way and die
Therefore, he just has to stand and stare
With a loving teardrop in his eye
Because he loves the Mermaid
Who is so sweet and fair
Has done all his life it seems
However, she does not seem to care
If he had his way tomorrow
He would make her his darling wife
But sadly, morning soon comes around
And they go back to their normal life
So as you walk around the garden
Please don’t let on you know
Because no one would believe you
So it is best to let it go
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