ickey will eat anything!, by Phillip Wilson Subscribe to rss feed for Phillip Wilson

Momma, momma, have you heard:
My baby done bought me a buffalo turd!
If that buffalo turd doesn't stink:
Throw it down the kitchen sink!
If the turd the sink won't take:
Put it in the sun to bake!
If the sun the turd won't bake:
Put it in a chocolate cake!
If that chocolate cake taste bad:
Give the turd to Brian's dad!
If Brian's dad the cake doesn't likey:
Then give the chocolate cake to Mickey!

Mickey will eat anything! 
Posted: 2017-07-03 19:13:44 UTC

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