To her husband,
the reindeer said,
“We might get a little rain, dear.”
“Can we afford to keep him fed?”
To her husband, the reindeer said,
“Oh, please stop chomping on your bread.
Take a look at that thunderhead.”
“Yes, babes are wondrous, and bring cheer.”
To her husband, the reindeer said,
“We might get a little rain, dear!
“You never listen to your doe,
I’m not sure you’ve got a brain, dear.”
“Oh, not another tale of woe?”
“You never listen to your doe,
And even though I’ve told you so,
We’re about to get some rain, dear.”
“If it’s a boy, we’ll name him Joe.”
“I’m not sure you’ve got a brain, dear.”
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