Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The Prune Song

However old a prune may be
He’s always covered in wrinkles
A baby prunde is like his dad
‘Cept he ain’t wrinkled half so bad
We have wrinkles on our faces
Prunes have wrinkles every-places.
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