It's a song of a merry man, moping mum, whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, as he sighed for the love of a lady.
It's a song of a merry man, moping mum, whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum, who sipped no sup, and who craved no crumb, as he sighed for the love of a lady.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories