In his hundred and forty-threes
He had a long beard that tripped him often
As it reached way below his knees.
Perhaps break into a prance
Every time he was happy or its ‘un’ –
And whenever he did a ring-a-ding-ding
Everyone would go into a trance.
But one day, as he songed and danced
And was not looking quite his way
His beard reached below, went under his feet
And tickled him away –
He laughed and he tripped
Cart-wheeled and flipped
And fell into a hole down the bay…
Everyone came and tried and tried
But no one could get him out
The poor old man with the long life span
Didn’t realize what the racket was about
For the long-lasting years of his life
And even today
You can hear him sing
From the hole of Marshmellow Drive.”
Character details:
I appologize about the screen size and sound quality, especially the sound because I was trying to be experimental – not sure if it’s really working/clear. haha