Green, green how can you be skippy flee?
Sing alone with me: Flabby Dee Flabby Dee!
Git off my tree, I want to pleza clock.
Oh how much happier we could clippy clop.
Deeble skee and flappy doo,
Trees so high, olla flop skeefloo.
Mister lumberjack, "Keepa don't, sappy soppy!"
Don't cut down my tree along with my kippy floppy.
Skeeb Fleebe, dappity doo
Green trees make me flappy floo
Unknown Poet, date unknown
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2 comments:
I'll never be the same after reading this.
The "unknown poet" is my unknown hero!
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