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Imagine you are a rock, a stick, or a board

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Imagine you are a rock, a stick, or a board
And the Queen has asked you to perform,
Sundry Mama brings you to the hall,
And long-faced Baxter tries to stall.

Having long ago tasted salt of sea
The Queen remembers how it used to be,
To see a rock, a stick, or a broom,
That last one is made in a room.

Call now the chandelier in a hut,
This is all I have to remember, but,
Long ago when I slept in a snuggle,
The Queen had sent for me to juggle.




Imagine you are a rock, a stick, or a board

Posted to Utterances




Imagine you are a rock, a stick, or a board
And the Queen has asked you to perform,
Sundry Mama brings you to the hall,
And long-faced Baxter tries to stall.

Having long ago tasted salt of sea
The Queen remembers how it used to be,
To see a rock, a stick, or a broom,
That last one is made in a room.

Call now the chandelier in a hut,
This is all I have to remember, but,
Long ago when I slept in a snuggle,
The Queen had sent for me to juggle.