Friday, August 06, 2010

His beard was curly-whirly

His beard was curly-whirly
And the wind was high,
It was stormy hurly-burly,
But his beard was curly-whirly,
So silken, soft and swirly,
That he laughed into the sky:
For his beard was curly-whirly,
And the wind was high.

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