Don’t ye fret, ye
Little babby,
Let all bad thought decease,
For soon I’ll have ye,
Little babby,
Wrapped in lizard’s fleece.
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Down with the sickness
Don’t ye fret, ye
Little babby,
Let all bad thought decease,
For soon I’ll have ye,
Little babby,
Wrapped in lizard’s fleece.
Zzzz
I knew it - the soft side of Moses has emerged!
Do you have an iron?
Yes, but no board. Also we might not have an iron.
i have nothing witty to add.