Sing a song of six-pencePocket full of wryFour and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pieWhen the pie was openedIt appeared to be a bundt pan meatloaffilled with green beans, black olives and the undeniably attraction of the bean counter.(Wake me when we get to Narnia.)
Sing a song of six-pencePocket full of wryFour and twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pieWhen the pie was openedIt appeared to be a bundt pan meatloaffilled with green beans, black olives and the undeniably attraction of the bean counter.(Wake me when we get to Narnia.)