A walk down the street in the heat A goose in a noose that was loose A toe on its foot dipped in soot A bowl for its soul in control Some straw for its nest you invest Concave or just brave all the rave I never knew where geese made their home Every time I've seen them they have been in roam I see them overhead in the shape of a 'V' Or floating in a pond next to some maple tree Watch the wings go flap, flap Never see it nap, nap A goose not a duck is in luck A fowl and not a cow or a sow Most are all white even at night A bird that's absurd on bean curd Where do they live in a lid? Or no do they go to a show? Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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