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This is one of my lyrics which is about a Little Girl!
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Little Baby - Hamish
Lita was an old lady,
She had no small baby,
So she petted her sisters daughter,
Who only drank milk, but not water,
Little baby had a nice name which was Angelina Geolly
But her life was a worry,
She never went for the studio,
Never had Romeo,
She was brought up at a village,
But had a wide knowledge,
Her old aunt was always frank,
But Angelina Geolly use to prank,
One morning Angelina knocked her head on the wall,
And started dialing a call,
It was to none other than the fire brigade,
Hello, Come asap for our gate, Fire! Fear! Fire!
After an hour they reached in,
It was all about a recycle bin
Angelina had only meant, fire at her aunts cooker,
But they responded You little sucker!
The poor aunt Lita had to pay,
For their visit all the way,
But still the house wasn’t Grey
Some people, few people started to blame Angelina Geolly!
She ran into her trolley,
And Angelina Cried Cried Cried,
But later she was Fried Fried Fried.
Copyright - hamish - EK
This is an idea which I got from an anthology book! Wanted to write something different!
Hows this? Need your valued comments
This is one of my lyrics which is about a Little Girl!
Have a look at it!
Little Baby - Hamish
Lita was an old lady,
She had no small baby,
So she petted her sisters daughter,
Who only drank milk, but not water,
Little baby had a nice name which was Angelina Geolly
But her life was a worry,
She never went for the studio,
Never had Romeo,
She was brought up at a village,
But had a wide knowledge,
Her old aunt was always frank,
But Angelina Geolly use to prank,
One morning Angelina knocked her head on the wall,
And started dialing a call,
It was to none other than the fire brigade,
Hello, Come asap for our gate, Fire! Fear! Fire!
After an hour they reached in,
It was all about a recycle bin
Angelina had only meant, fire at her aunts cooker,
But they responded You little sucker!
The poor aunt Lita had to pay,
For their visit all the way,
But still the house wasn’t Grey
Some people, few people started to blame Angelina Geolly!
She ran into her trolley,
And Angelina Cried Cried Cried,
But later she was Fried Fried Fried.
Copyright - hamish - EK
This is an idea which I got from an anthology book! Wanted to write something different!
Hows this? Need your valued comments
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