Crying Out
13 Apr 2009 Leave a Comment
by flyingfreedomxx in Springtime Flourishes Tags: crying out
Just how do I do that the whiskers said, little knows little goes or does what instead? Jingle fruits play patta cakes, bake me a cake or sell me a steak.
Jungle fever sets in, blends in, fun is but a near off day, when do we play? when do we play?
Your jokin, your jokin? play what is that but a hairy minghey cat.
LOOK stare its all there.
Do you believe it? its always there, nobody cares, nobody cares.
If I could make a cake or two it would include just two of you.
Simple is as simple does, what is night without some love.
Jump up and down said the prarie one, jump up and down.
I stopped and I stared, my face began to frown.
But up says the meercat, up says the shrew, listen warily as the dingbats prowl.
Listen up says the flowerpot, junks just like that.
Dont even bother theres nothing more rotten than jingle town, jingle town.
Who cares? I do.
Why do you, do what you do?
LOOKS like im all there is. Well thats a turn up for the book, that is. Dive in, dive in, playing doesnt wait for no-one.
Such a tidy sum, such a tidy sum.
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