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Thursday, April 06, 2006

When I was a little bitty boy, Just up off-a floor
We used to go down to Grandmas house Every month-end or so
We'd chicken pie and country ham, N' homemade butter on the bread
But the best darn thing about Grandmas house
Was her great big feather bed.
It was nine feet high, and six feet wide, Soft as a downy chick
It was made from the feathers of forty-leven geese
Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick
It'd hold eight kids 'n four hound dogs
And a piggy we stole from the shed
We didn't get much sleep, but we had a lot of fun
On Grandmas feather bed
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