One Misty Moisty Morning…
For your consideration:
One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I met a little old man
Cloaked all in leather.Well, he began to compliment,
And I began to grin:
“How do you do?”
And “How do you do?”
And “How do you do?”, again.
That’s all I have to say.
Tags: nursery rhymes, rain
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sessrumnir.net » Sing a Song of Sixpence… said,
December 26, 2006 at 10:10 pm
[…] Posted by me on Tuesday, the 26th day of December, anno domini 2006 at 10:08 PM, local time. So, way back in March of aught six, I posted a random little nursery rhyme I remembered from my childhood, with the intention of occasionally posting more. Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye. Four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie. […]