When Guinea Pigs Fly

Me oh Me oh Me oh wee oh oh My
The sky is blue when the guinea pigs fly
With top hat and vest here is elderly one, Guy.
Guess what? There’s a prissy monocle in his eye.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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