It’s Never Too Late to Have a Happy Childhood – Part I
“Come on, darling, eat your porridge
It will make you strong, my son!”
It’s not my fault it tastes horridge
“Come on, darling, eat your porridge
It will make you strong, my son!”
It’s not my fault it tastes horridge
I think I’ll never hear nor see
A person who’s worse off than me
And so I’ll close my ears and eyes
To other people’s tears and sighs.
Beth banana lost her court case
But she got a real raw deal
So she bared her skin before the judge
And won it on appeal
My wife demanded floating shelves
Now she says I’m a dork
I don’t know why she’s so upset —
I made them out of cork
The peoplets in the dell are sick
“No hope” is the prognosis
The fairies, goblins, gnomes and elves
Have caught pixiematosis
It’s not unusual to see a lizard when it’s sunny
But to see one in a snowstorm, well that really would be funny
I think it’s very clever of the chilly-blooded lizard
To stay curled up in his cosy bed whenever there’s a blizzard