Walkin on Air

Coming Home

So the little birdie went ‘coo-coo, coo-coo!'
and the little ghost went “boo-hoo, boo-hoo!',
the fat old cow went' moo-moo-moo-moo!'
and the fat old lady to flies said ‘shoo-shoo-shoo!'

All of us have our own sweet sound:
the ‘thud' that smacks down from many a pound
or the ‘splat' of water as it hits the ground;
maybe a sigh of relief when homeward bound?


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