John Lennon — On this Churly Morn

Small wonder on this churly morn I crivy like a black To think wot I should be farlorn Through knorb this packymack I may be blink down booltoad With ne'er a thorty skive But I'll december barrold To save my good bad Ive To them perhap be nicky I smirk but querry jump With all this alfy hicky I do but strive a hump Knock down ye smallish hoqky Am I the bairly oat? With all your davey cockey I'll always keep afloat. Will I the baggy Dutch man And haughty bygraves too To all I give a limpage To do what they will do. They rabble till they're tatter Don't creem the midnight hour Big Doris flitter flatter And blacky blackpoo tower Rephy graun and gratty Graddie large but smail She will not brant a fatty Room to swing a snail Bilt zeitung dairy apple Of geltzie sniedypye Groppy gribble grapple Varoum the reason why? Ye bottle ginny derick And all who sail without My tall but little Eric Shall ne'er but cast a clout! Remplenish thou thy cravie With all that bodes within Fall gather barge and davie The lamb within a bin. God Speed


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