Dee die doe
Die doe Dee
Die Dee doe
What on my pole
Fly in the sky
Don’t be shy
There is mud in your eye
Cries little fly
Miss and toss
Wish I had a hoss
Is that the boss?
Better get lost
You know what I missed
It’s not Die
It’s not doe or even a toe
It’s Dee kiss form you my miss
THANK YOU AND GOD BLESS
No comments:
Post a Comment