They Sing and They Chant
They sing and they chant and they chant and they sing
As they load the trucks that are heading to golden mouse king.
They make noises that sound like hippy yippy high my may
Making merry their work, as they load the truck that is on its way
What are they sending me? The king asks his advisor Miles.
Not sure, but if you could hear them, you would have lots of smiles
The king listened at the window and was singing hippy yippy high my may
It made him happy to hear his subjects, who were chanting today.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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