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Bouncing & Ticklish
(for the Celtic drummer)
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I once met a featherman,
He was very silly,
Often in our emails,
I would call him Willy.
(or was it Billy?!)
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Doo Daddio,
Doo Daddio,
He boomed the drums and sang.
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I told him if he was good
I’d put him in a story,
He said “Please do!
But don’t make it too whorey.”
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Doo Daddio,
Doo Daddio,
He boomed the drums and sang.
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“Come to Scotland,” he chanted
“We can dance upon my table.
Get naked in my featherbed,
I will do what I am able.”
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Doo Daddio,
Doo Daddio,
He boomed the drums and sang.
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“Oh Featherman,” the girl replied,
“I’m naked as we speak!
Come close and kiss me now!
Lift my skirts and take a peek!”
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Doo Daddio,
Doo Daddio,
He boomed the drums and sang.
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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
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“Oh Featherman.” she quaked.
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Sha Sha Sha Sha BOOM!!!!