Barber, barber cut my hair,
Clip it here and clip it there.
Apply all your skill and art,
Please make me look,
Bright and smart!
Showing posts with label Cut. Show all posts
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Monday, July 7, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
Little Tommy Tucker...
Little Tommy Tucker sings for his supper,
What shall we give him? Brown bread and butter.
How shall he cut it without a knife?
How shall he marry without a wife?
What shall we give him? Brown bread and butter.
How shall he cut it without a knife?
How shall he marry without a wife?
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