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Dressed In Yellow
A little fellow, dressed in yellow,
Danced down the street,
Swirling and twirling
On his very dainty feet.
He was eating a banana,
And it stuck down his throat.
He coughed as loud as thunder
And deafened his pet goat.
The funny little fellow
Suddenly turned green,
So then he stopped his dancing
And went to see the queen.
She looked as him so queerly
And wondered what to say.
She didn't even have a clue,
So she simply said "Good day"
The funny little fellow
Jumped onto his goat,
And on that misty morning,
They both began to float.
And if you ever wonder
Why the clouds are often mean,
It's because this little fellow
Is feeling sick and green!
Joy Weare.
7th June, 2005.
Dressed In Yellow
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