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To my friend from Down Under I was driving down the road and what did I see But a grasshopper with his pants on fire With a snake hot on his tail he was moving his feet That grasshopper with his pants on fire Hopping high as he could go A moving fast and ducking low That grasshopper with his pants on fire Well the snake was closing in and his race was soon to end With that grasshopper with his pants on fire The hopper tightened up his hopping The snake knew there was no stopping That grasshopper with his pants on fire He’s got long legs for a reason He's the toast of the season Silly grasshopper with his pants on fire All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Feb. 16, 2017
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
Grasshopper with his pants on fire
To my friend from Down Under I was driving down the road and what did I see But a grasshopper with his pants on fire With a snake hot on his tail he was moving his feet That grasshopper with his pants on fire Hopping high as he could go A moving fast and ducking low That grasshopper with his pants on fire Well the snake was closing in and his race was soon to end With that grasshopper with his pants on fire The hopper tightened up his hopping The snake knew there was no stopping That grasshopper with his pants on fire He’s got long legs for a reason He's the toast of the season Silly grasshopper with his pants on fire All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby Feb. 16, 2017
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 10:04 AM UTC
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