“Sweet lady under the hill, why are you hiding from me?
Is it my beard? I can lose!
Is it my teeth? I will brush them!
I know, it is my belly! Jog I will!
Yes, that should do!”
And off he went, jogging, singing his song.
“Sweet lady under the hill, where are you hiding now?
Is it my feet? I will shoe them!
Is it my hair? I will cut it!
Is it the hole in my shirt?
I need needle and thread!”
And off he went, jogging, singing his song.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
“Sweet lady under the hill, why are you hiding from me?
Is it my beard? I can lose!
Is it my teeth? I will brush them!
I know, it is my belly! Jog I will!
Yes, that should do!”
And off he went, jogging, singing his song.
“Sweet lady under the hill, where are you hiding now?
Is it my feet? I will shoe them!
Is it my hair? I will cut it!
Is it the hole in my shirt?
I need needle and thread!”
And off he went, jogging, singing his song.
