Wednesday, July 30, 2014


If we had hinges on our heads
There would be no sin
Cause we could take the bad stuff out
And leave the good stuff in

Barnbus Brownig
Was scared of drowning
So he never would swim
Or get into a boat
Or take a bath
Or cross a moat.
He just sat day and night
With his door locked tight
And the windows nailed down
Shaking with fear
That a wave might appear
And cried so many tears
That they filled up the room
And he drowned.

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