Cock-a-doodle-do!
My dame has lost her shoe,
My master's lost his fiddle-stick
And knows not what to do.
Cock-a-doodle-do!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddle-stick,
She'll dance without her shoe.
Old Nursery Rhyme
There's not much worse than a lost fiddle-stick... ;-)
4 comments:
Tee hee hee!
Reminds me of the image on the box of Cornflakes. In turn that reminds me of when we used to have milk delivered in bottles left by the milkman outside the front door (back in the 80s, before paper cartons were used). Sometimes the tops of the bottles would be picked by little birds calledtits. Very annoying!
Friday the 13th and your mind is wandering in this direction? What could possibly go wrong? LOL
Dear Rae Ann
My dame has lost her s(hoe)? :-)
best
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