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Poetry
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Album: Little Ones Playing Funny Little Man Singer & Songwriter Lee Holloway Or Just Listen To Some More Great Music Sleeping Double In A Single Bed
I know this funny little man, he's quite as a mouse... He does all of the mischief in everybody's house... No one ever sees his face, but we all agree... All of the dishes that were broken we say it wasn't me.
He's the one that tears our books and leaves the door ajar... He pulls the buttons from our shirts and scatters things afar... The squeaking door will always squeak for we hear and see... The oiling can't be done surely not by me.
He puts wet wood on the fire, the water in the kettle won't boil... He brings mud in on his feet and the carpet he will spoil... You see I know this Funny Little man, he's quite as a mouse... He does all of the mischief in everybody's house.
He always scatters the paper, who had them last said he... There's no one to toss them about, surely it wasn't me... The finger marks on the door none of us made... We never leave the blinds open to let the curtains fade.
We never spill ink or leave the boots lying around you see... Those are not our boots, they belong to someone else, but not me... You see I know this funny little man, he's quite as a mouse... He does all of the mischief in everybody's house.
I know this funny little man, he's quite as a mouse... He does all of the mischief in everybody's house... No one ever sees his face, but we all agree... All of the dishes that were broken we say it wasn't me.
Copyright: © Lee Holloway
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