" No body likes me, everybody hates me, Im going to the garden to pick worms. Big fat juicy ones, small skinny slimey ones, see how they wiggle and squirm. Bite of their heads and suck out the juice and throw their tails away, no body knows how I survive on worms three times a day ".
" No body likes me, everybody hates me, Im going to the garden to pick worms. Big fat juicy ones, small skinny slimey ones, see how they wiggle and squirm. Bite of their heads and suck out the juice and throw their tails away, no body knows how I survive on worms three times a day ".
I don't know about any of you girls, but when I was a young little Brownie/Guide I used to sing that song at camp and stuff. Still, it's a pretty strange song. This person must be a Brownie or Guide to know it.
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" Down by the bay, where the watermellons grow, back to my home, I dare not go, for if I do, my mother will say - Have you ever seen a frog fall off a log? Down by the bay "
" Down by the bay, where the watermellons grow, back to my home, I dare not go, for if I do, my mother will say - Have you ever seen a moose shakin' his caboose? Down by the bay"
" Down by the bay, where the watermellons grow, back to my home, I dare not go, for if I do, my mother will say - Have you ever heard a fish makin' a wish? Down by the bay"
how about " Down by the bay, where the watermellons grow, back to my home, I dare not go, for if I do, my mother will say - have you ever seen a horse, jumping a course? Down by the bay"
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lmfao gabby everyday...lol sry its me emma god i really need to remeber my password lol oh and no it wasnt me singing that random worm song honestly...so mrs/ms./mr bird girl/boy wats ur name...do u ride horses? do u ride at wes?
Yes, I was at the show....and the name's not worm girl. I just like to give everyone a little song to get in their head for the day - they are fun!!
Here's another (you may be able to figure out who I am if you are a little on the "Wild" side)
It’s a hot night, the natives are restless We’re sweating by the light of the moon There’s a voodoo mojo brewing at the go-go That could knock a witch off her broom
We slither on in and shed our skin Make our way into the bump and the grind So I’m passing by, she gives me the eye So I stop to give her a light
