Jack was pecked at by a
cunning bird.
It was a big blue budgie,I have heard
He kept her well fed
She slept on his head
So much for the cat and her fur
Jack was pecked at by a
cunning bird.
It was a big blue budgie,I have heard
He kept her well fed
She slept on his head
So much for the cat and her fur
Anne once had a poor sense of humour
Until she wed a young doctor Kumar
He showed her cartoons
Bought her perfume
After that all Is heard were their murmurs
There was a young lady in Barnet
Whose garden was covered in tarmac
When I asked her why
She started to cry
I never intended to harm it
Near the tree a little bird came by
A sparrow with a mirror in its eye