Ill tell you tory of y the

        came town.

        oo big and    oo small,

        But    , just    funny at all.

        romboo play loud silly tunes,

        housand balloons.

        all,

        But    , just    funny at all.

        And every time rick,

        Everyo a little sick.

        And every time old a joke,

        Folks sigs were broke.

        And every time    a shoe,

        Everyone looked awfully blue.

        And every time ood on his head,

        Everyone screamed, "Go back to bed!"

        And every time he made a leap,

        Everybody fell asleep.

        And every time e ie,

        Everyone began to cry.

        And y could not make any money

        Simply because    funny.

        One day ;Ill tell town

        feels to be an unfunny clo;

        And old them all why he looked so sad,

        And old t so bad.

        old of Pain and Rain and Cold,

        old of Darkness in his soul,

        And after ale of woe,

        Did everyone cry? Oh no, no, no,

        til trees

        it;; and ";

        th howls and yowls and shrieks,

        they laughed all week,

        til t,

        til ts split.

        ter spread for miles around

        to every city, every town,

        Over mountains, cross the sea,

        From Saint tropez to Mun San Nee.

        And soon ter,

        Lasting till forever after,

        ood i,

        it.

        And ;t IS NOt    I MEANt -

        IM FUNNY JUSt BY ACt."

        And wside.

        y t down and cried.

        ting;

        ts so nice.

        ting;

        Id do twice.

        ting;

        It sounded nice.

        I wore roller-

        t ice.

        Danny ODare, the dan bear,

        Ran ay Fair,

        Ran rigo my back stair

        And t here.

        arted jumpin and skippin and ki,

        he Funky Chi,

        ,

        o a pretzel like this.

        terbug,

        he Bunny hug.

        z and the Boogaloo,

        oo.

        ata,

        and ter.

        And now hes down upon one knee,

        Bowin oh so charmingly,

        And s easy to see

        Danny ODare s to dance h me.

        how many slams in an old s door?

        Depends    it.

        how many slices in a bread?

        Depends    it.

        how much good inside a day?

        Depends how good you live em.

        how much love inside a friend?

        Depends how much you give em.

        Buy Seins Poetry

        I am ing these poems

        From inside a lion,

        And its rather dark in here.

        So please excuse ting

        be too clear.

        But ternoon by the lions cage

        Im afraid I got too near.

        And Im ing these lines

        From inside a lion,

        And its rather dark in here.
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