Happy Limerick day

[essayel]

There was a young farmer called Billy
Who was terribly terribly silly.
For when out spreading muck
He would leap in the truck
And hurl it by hand, will-nilly.

ta-daaaaah

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[essayel.livejournal.com]

That type of singing, where groups sing out of synch but it still sounds good, used to be called a round. My favourite had the words:

Whose pigs are these?
Whose pigs are these?
They belong to Johnny Potts.
You can tell them by their spots
And we found them in the vicarage garden.

"cider inside her inside" *giggles*

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

oooh i wantto learn the melody of that-one. it's useless to give you the lyrics of the oensi know. some of them are dutch. otherare i don't know, you might hhappened to know them but not. i knwo we sang frère jacque that way. i swear i once wrote an hp-related limmerick. humph, time to look it up.