To: Corin Stormhands
Sing a song of sixpence, pocket full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds, baked in a pie
When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing
Wasn't that a dainty dish to set before the king?
50,200 posted on
07/02/2003 12:46:31 PM PDT by
JenB
To: JenB
I was thinking of that same nursery rhyme. *grin*
50,202 posted on
07/02/2003 12:48:10 PM PDT by
RMDupree
(HHD: Deep roots are not reached by the frost.)
To: JenB
Nicely snaiged.
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