That Silly Old Hat Of Yours
Oh, how could I ever be bored?
When I had such ineresting chores.
I had to paint our bedroom door,
Then mop the grand, speckled floor.
Walked quickly down to the shore,
To dig hidden clams with my oar.
Made a tasty clam-supper for four,
Then into their big bowls I poured.
Knowing, they would yell for more.
Prompting my tender voice to roar,
All gone, there's more at the store!
Or take a lantern to search at the shore.
However, they cost more at the store,
But not a penny, to dig with the oar.
Oh, I'm sure you will not get bored,
Performing such an interesting chore.
For soon in bed, I will sweetly snore,
With a sound much louder than yours.
Last night the paint actually, tore,
From the ceiling and door, it poured.
And that is why, I happily wore,
That Silly Old Hat of Yours.
When I had such ineresting chores.
I had to paint our bedroom door,
Then mop the grand, speckled floor.
Walked quickly down to the shore,
To dig hidden clams with my oar.
Made a tasty clam-supper for four,
Then into their big bowls I poured.
Knowing, they would yell for more.
Prompting my tender voice to roar,
All gone, there's more at the store!
Or take a lantern to search at the shore.
However, they cost more at the store,
But not a penny, to dig with the oar.
Oh, I'm sure you will not get bored,
Performing such an interesting chore.
For soon in bed, I will sweetly snore,
With a sound much louder than yours.
Last night the paint actually, tore,
From the ceiling and door, it poured.
And that is why, I happily wore,
That Silly Old Hat of Yours.
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