There was a young lad named Little Boy Blue,
horn in his hand, to the haystack he flew.
The townsfolk knew his songs were just fluff,
Variations on one theme, it was all just a bluff.
Worn out from his efforts sleep came fast too.



HALL/HAMMER

Last edited by LukeJavan8; 08/31/11 02:09 AM.
----please, draw me a sheep----