Reflecting
Becca posted this for me in July 2005.
This is the only song posted for me that means anything most likely. I'm feeling misty eyed and wanna go to sleep.
I'm a little Fraggle, Boober is my name.
Cooking is my job here, laundry is my game.
When I see a stew pot something whispers 'wow'.
I prepare a new pot. I remember now.
I love to wash socks, that's what I adore.
Killing germs and cooking, that's what life is for.
And when I think back, everything is clear.
I am Boober Fraggle and I live right here.
I'm a little stew pot, laundry is my name.
Boo-boos are my job here, la-la not the same.
When I set a germ free, something whispers 'whee'.
I make friends with germy, he makes friends with me.
I love to squash rocks, sitting on the floor.
Cooking little Fraggles, that's what life is for.
And when I think back, something something clear.
You are Boober Fraggle, I must cook you here.
This is the only song posted for me that means anything most likely. I'm feeling misty eyed and wanna go to sleep.
I'm a little Fraggle, Boober is my name.
Cooking is my job here, laundry is my game.
When I see a stew pot something whispers 'wow'.
I prepare a new pot. I remember now.
I love to wash socks, that's what I adore.
Killing germs and cooking, that's what life is for.
And when I think back, everything is clear.
I am Boober Fraggle and I live right here.
I'm a little stew pot, laundry is my name.
Boo-boos are my job here, la-la not the same.
When I set a germ free, something whispers 'whee'.
I make friends with germy, he makes friends with me.
I love to squash rocks, sitting on the floor.
Cooking little Fraggles, that's what life is for.
And when I think back, something something clear.
You are Boober Fraggle, I must cook you here.