A little poem
Just a little something I thought of while walking home
One, two. He feels so blue.
Three, Four. She fought in the war.
Five, Six. He's beaten with sticks.
Seven, Eight. He fears it's too late.
Just a little something I thought of while walking home
One, two. He feels so blue.
Three, Four. She fought in the war.
Five, Six. He's beaten with sticks.
Seven, Eight. He fears it's too late.