My Hammock
Meg
Left, Right, Left, Right,
My hammock will swing all through the night.
As I lay me down to sleep,
I pray on my hammock my body will keep.
Please don't let me roll too far,
and hit my head upon that metal bar.
Flies will come and misquitoes may bite,
as I watch some birds take flight.
Something on me bum is itching,
but i shall cure that with my scratching-scritching.
Perhaps in the sun my hair will streak,
because that hair spray sure do reek,
and not of promised citrus sweets,
but like my hair is laced with feet!!
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