An Unopened Book
The Pope Spilled His Milk
Yeah the pope started to cry,
Because he spilled his milk,
and missed his frosted flakes.
But then he began to laugh,
said I'm alright with that.
As he made a bowl of spaghetti O's,
ate them all with a spork.
as he read the bible, he began to cry,
Blamed it on the sauce,
That landed in his eye.
Out loud he cursed the day he spilled,
his day old breakfast milk.
The Pope Spilled his Milk
An Unopened Book
By D. Cody Herring
Copyright 2003
Because he spilled his milk,
and missed his frosted flakes.
But then he began to laugh,
said I'm alright with that.
As he made a bowl of spaghetti O's,
ate them all with a spork.
as he read the bible, he began to cry,
Blamed it on the sauce,
That landed in his eye.
Out loud he cursed the day he spilled,
his day old breakfast milk.
The Pope Spilled his Milk
An Unopened Book
By D. Cody Herring
Copyright 2003
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