Oh, a barefoot boy with shoes on came walking down the street His hands were full of pockets and his shoes were full of feet He was an only child, you know: his mother's pride and joy His only sister was a girl. His brother was a boy
He was married to a woman who soon became his wife She weighed four hundred sixty, she was skinny all her life They had a hundred children, and I knew them all quite well The girls all went to Heaven, and the boys all went out West
Well, I went along to the heffalump in the land of Wildesmere And if you do not know the place, I'll tell you where it's near It's not too close to Fleeglestown and farther still from Glarf But you'll know you're near to Wildesmere when you hear the heffalump snarf
Oh, the heffalump is fourteen feet when measured ear to ear And though he has but three of them he rightly cannot hear His nose is green; his eye is red; his tail is turquoise blue And may I be a bingle if my story isn't true
Oh, my father had a Jersey bull that broke my temperance pledge I took two horns against my will. He sent me o'er the hedge He chased me and I ran all the way to Washington That's how I got my pension for the battle of "Bull Run" Ha, ha!
While looking through the knothole in grandpa's wooden leg Why do they build the shore so near the ocean? A snake's belt slips because he has no hips And a boy's best friend is his motherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
