Thursday, September 26, 2013

Stag, a deer

Dad and I wrote this song in the Findhorn Valley. Sung to the tune of Doe, a deer.
Stag, a deer, a male deer,
Rain, water from the sky,
Measles, a disease I caught from you,
Fart, it comes out from my bum,
Soggy is my snot-filled handkerchief,
Lovely is my snot-filled handkerchief,
Teat is what you get milk from,
That will bring us back to stag, stag, stag, stag...

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