A baby pure and simple
\nUnable still to run
\nAs feisty as the day is long
\nHis coat just looks home spun
\nJust saved from the slaughterhouse
\nImagine that will you?
\nThe angels came and stopped them
\nKilling him yes folks its true<\/p>\n
As cheerful as is possible
\nTo imagine in good light
\nHis alacrity and vitality
\nIs just to be good and bright
\nA leap,in each direction
\nAnd ofcourse what we know
\nas ooodles of joviality
\nThat ofcourse is going to grow<\/p>\n
Of good heart and good humour
\nSs sprightly as can be
\nHappy as a sandboy
\nIn the lap of luxury
\nHis mother gone forever
\nHung our so she will dry
\nBleeding like the arteries bleed
\nBefore a soul can die<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
A baby pure and simple Unable still to run As feisty as the day is long His coat just looks home spun Just saved from the slaughterhouse Imagine that will you? The angels came and stopped them Killing him yes … Continue reading