Old Lips Taught Me
W/C: 89
Poem: For the spirits of this old house tell stories
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tip-toe, tip-toe, the old woman sighs
too bad the ground isn’t up in the skies
too bad we don’t have wings to fly
tip-toe, tip-toe, the old woman sighs
rock-a-bye, baby, the old woman croons
too bad the sun isn’t the moon
too bad the robin doesn’t cry like a loon
rock-a-bye, baby, the old woman croons
la le lu, the old woman sings
too bad the bumble bee dies when it stings
too bad it can’t live to find finer things
la le lu, the old woman sings