They trip of my tongue,
Naughty words that love to play,
And tease what I say.
Oh, Baa Baa Black Sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, sir!
Yes, sir!
Three bags full.
Let the music play,
Let it follow,
Or just stay,
But never delay.
I enjoy writing,
Seeing the stories growing,
Ink on paper though.
