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Bumblebee poetry

Started by stabag, September 01, 2004, 07:25:56 PM

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stabag

Three humble bumblebees
Swingin in jazzy ways
Swing, swing my humble bee
Swing your groin away

Swingin til the hour's late
sun is rising in the box
Shadow's shrinking bumble bee
Swing your jazzy tune

Nobody saw my lexicon

I swear I had it
just a second ago

Four humble lumberjacks
Jack in the box is the first ones name
Humble Bumble is noones name
But nobody really cares

Say, is grevs a word?
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