Private Correspondence~Annex18~R.A.Barrington

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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!!!!