Thursday, April 12, 2007

Cock-a-doodle-do!






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:

Rainypete said...

Tee hee hee!

nige said...

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!

dhammett said...

Friday the 13th and your mind is wandering in this direction? What could possibly go wrong? LOL

rafa said...

Dear Rae Ann

My dame has lost her s(hoe)? :-)

best