“I'd never let you do that to me,” she said, grinning
. ”
“Daddy, I'm scared,” she whispered.
. Than I'll turn it into flute
In this style you should be cute:
For beginning, just prepare -
With your tongue extend some care,
Lick the tip, the tiny eye,
Run around for reply!
When it's be so great and ripe
You must swallow all the pipe!
And I bet my baritone
Will be crashed as if a stone,
And with tenor's tender pitch
The highest tunes I'll surely reach!
But you ought to take the fact
It has been rehearsal act!
I will take my band tomorrow,
It will cure any sorrow!
First of all trombone will sing
And a violin will join in,
And you guess this great prelude
Will be crowned with the flute!
And this orchestra of three
Will present the melody
Which will stay with you forever!
You ought only to endeavor!
'Cause you are the main and so
We'll just help to make your show!.
“I'd never let you do that to me,” she said, grinning
. ”
“Daddy, I'm scared,” she whispered.
. Than I'll turn it into flute
In this style you should be cute:
For beginning, just prepare -
With your tongue extend some care,
Lick the tip, the tiny eye,
Run around for reply!
When it's be so great and ripe
You must swallow all the pipe!
And I bet my baritone
Will be crashed as if a stone,
And with tenor's tender pitch
The highest tunes I'll surely reach!
But you ought to take the fact
It has been rehearsal act!
I will take my band tomorrow,
It will cure any sorrow!
First of all trombone will sing
And a violin will join in,
And you guess this great prelude
Will be crowned with the flute!
And this orchestra of three
Will present the melody
Which will stay with you forever!
You ought only to endeavor!
'Cause you are the main and so
We'll just help to make your show!.
“I'd never let you do that to me,” she said, grinning
. ”
“Daddy, I'm scared,” she whispered.
. Than I'll turn it into flute
In this style you should be cute:
For beginning, just prepare -
With your tongue extend some care,
Lick the tip, the tiny eye,
Run around for reply!
When it's be so great and ripe
You must swallow all the pipe!
And I bet my baritone
Will be crashed as if a stone,
And with tenor's tender pitch
The highest tunes I'll surely reach!
But you ought to take the fact
It has been rehearsal act!
I will take my band tomorrow,
It will cure any sorrow!
First of all trombone will sing
And a violin will join in,
And you guess this great prelude
Will be crowned with the flute!
And this orchestra of three
Will present the melody
Which will stay with you forever!
You ought only to endeavor!
'Cause you are the main and so
We'll just help to make your show!.
