| Tipsy from my lunch |
[Sep. 12th, 2008|02:46 pm] |
| [ | I'm feeling |
| |  sleepy | ] |
| [ | I'm listening to |
| | the song in my head | ] |
A song just popped into my head in the mist of my html editing.
Probably haven't heard that song for years.
Five little ducks that I once knew,
Big ones, little ones, skinny ones, too.
But the one little duck with the feather on his back,
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
Down to the river they would go,
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, to and fro.
But the one little duck with the feather on his back,
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
Home from the river they would come,
Wibble, wobble, wibble, wobble, ho hum hum.
But the one little duck with the feather on his back,
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
He led the others with a, "Quack, quack, quack!"
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From: (Anonymous)
2008-10-08 11:31 am (UTC)
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oh my god. what the hell??? D: | |
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