When I was young - maybe 5 years old, at night by dad used to tell me it was time to go up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire in the Land of Nod. Then he would sing me this song: Horesy Horsey don't you stop, Just let your feet go clipity clop Your tail goes swish And the wheels go round Giddy up, we're homeward bound I miss my dad. If you've never heard this little ditty. The lyrics are here. Happy Father's Day dad.
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Name: Catpewk
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