Eating pretzels sticks without the salt
Perhaps I should call a halt
Eating pretzels sticks without the salt
Perhaps I should call a halt
If not, a raging thirst you’ll have
Eating pretzels sticks without the salt
Perhaps I should call a halt
If not, a raging thirst you’ll have
Although a brew could be the salve
Eating pretzels sticks without the salt
Perhaps I should call a halt
If not, a raging thirst you’ll have
Although a brew could be the salve
Or maybe something with malt
I took my dogs for a stroll
I took my dogs for a stroll
With a bottle of water and bowl
I took my dogs for a stroll
With a bottle of water and bowl;
but along came a rabbit
I tookmy dogs for a stroll
With a bottle of water and bowl
But along came a rabbit
And then out of habit
I took my dogs for a stroll
With a bottle of water and bowl
But along came a rabbit
And then out of habit
Dogs bit rabbit, mark my soul 
While marking the cards for a game
While marking the cards for a game
I though ‘‘Strange,how they all look the same!’’
While marking the cards for a game
I though ‘‘Strange,how they all look the same!’’
And five kings in the deck
While marking the cards for a game
I though ‘‘Strange,how they all look the same!’’
And five kings in the deck
Each ticked with a speck
While marking the cards for a game
I though ‘‘Strange,how they all look the same!’’
And five kings in the deck
Each ticked with a speck
I’ll win MILLIONS,this time-AND fame!
Last night the rain finally came
Last night the rain finally came
Not a lot though, such a shame
Last night the rain finally came
Not a lot though, such a shame
But it’s windy and cool
Last night the rain finally came
Not a lot though, such a shame
But it’s windy and cool
The norm as a rule
Last night the rain finally came
Not a lot though, such a shame
But it’s windy and cool
The norm as a rule
Here’s hoping for more of the same
The wind is blowing a gale
The wind is blowing a gale
My little cottage is so very frail
The wind is blowing a gale
My little cottage is so very frail
It could be tied down
With some rope and a frown
The wind is blowing a gale
My little cottage is so very frail
It could be tied down
With some rope and a frown
but where on Earth would I hammer the nail?!?
It’s going to be eggs for my tea
It’s going to be eggs for my tea
Poached, scrambled or fried, what will it be