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Oh, what a wonderful thing to be, A healthy grown up busy busy bee; Whiling away all the passing hours Pinching all the pollen from the cauliflowers. I'd like to be a busy little bee, Being as busy as a bee can be. Flying around the garden brightest ever seen, Taking back the honey to the dear old queen. (Chorus): Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee, Bz if you like but don't sting me, Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee, Buzz if you like, but don't sting me! Oh, what a wonderful thing to be, A healthy grown up busy busy bee. Toying with the tulips, tasting every type, Building up the honey-comb that looks like tripe. I'd like to be a busy little bee, Being just as busy as a bee can be, Flying all around in the wild hedgerows, Stinging all the cows upon the parson's nose! Oh, what a wonderful thing to be, A healthy grown up busy busy bee, Visiting the picnics quite a little tease, Raising little lumps on the maiden's knees. I'd like to be a busy little bee Being with the butterfly strong upon the wing. Whooppee! O death, where is thy sting? (Chorus): Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee, Bz if you like but don't sting me, Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee, Buzz if you like, but don't sting me! Oh, what a wonderful thing to be, A nice obedient busy busy bee, To be a good bee one must contrive, For bees in a beehive must behive. But maybe I wouldn't be a bee, Bees are allright when alive you see, But when bees die you really should see 'em Pinned on a card in a dirty museum. Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee, Bz if you like but don't sting me, Bz bz bz bz, honey bee, honey bee, Bz if you like but if you sting me I'll wack ye With this dirty great newspaper!

I am very very pleased that Keira kitten is home and sorry for the other pusscat too though Would you like me to sing to you Melp, or would that make it worse

Dooooooooooooooon'ttttttttt doooooooo ittttttttttt!

Tracey

Or ask them if they can/will scan her for a microchip?

Sarah, WTG gal! Tracey, I am hoping very much it's not your baby

Fank ewe, and goodnight (more tomorrow, childrens ) *bows* *exits stage left*

For you Melp, anyfink Two little boys had two little toys Each had a wooden horse Gaily they played each summer's day Warriors both of course One little chap then had a mishap Broke off his horse's head Wept for his toy then cried with joy As his young playmate said Did you think I would leave you crying When there's room on my horse for two Climb up here Jack and don't be crying I can go just as fast with two When we grow up we'll both be soldiers And our horses will not be toys And I wonder if we'll remember When we were two little boys Long years had passed, war came so fast Bravely they marched away Cannon roared loud, and in the mad crowd Wounded and dying lay Up goes a shout, a horse dashes out Out from the ranks so blue Gallops away to where Joe lay Then came a voice he knew Did you think I would leave you dying When there's room on my horse for two Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying I can go just as fast with two Did you say Joe I'm all a-tremble Perhaps it's the battle's noise But I think it's that I remember When we were two little boys Do you think I would leave you dying There's room on my horse for two Climb up here Joe, we'll soon by flying Back to the ranks so blue Can you feel Joe I'm all a tremble Perhaps it's the battle's noise But I think it's that I remember When we were two little boys

I contemplated "I'm walking backwards for Christmas", but felt it might be a) too 'samey' and b) not the right season. So how about: Phorr, there’s something funny round ‘ere. What is it? Oh, it’s you... come ‘ere and sit down. You’re gonna ‘ave the truth told about you and put on record. ‘Ere, please do not sit too close to me, I’ve just ‘ad my breakfast, thank you. Who put salt in the sugar bowl? Who put fireworks in the coal? Who put a real live toad-in-the-’ole? My brother! Who put jam in mother’s shoe? Who made real caterpillar stew? Who locked Grandad in the loo?... My brother! My brother said it wasn’t he, who put shampoo in Grandma’s tea My brother said that it was me – my brother’s rotten. Who squeezed toothpaste round the hall? Who put soot in the baby’s ball? Who drew things on the garden wall?... My brother! <snip>

I've just come back from same I feel much more betterer now. I may sing again, shortly

Methinks Yingtong doth protest too much Hello all, I have been a very busy magwai today and have only just sat down to come online. I realised that there are less than 2 hours left to purchase my online lottery ticket and nearly had a panic attack edit - wassamatta Ambipambi?

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My name's Maggi, and I'm an alc............. oops, forgot where I was I live in a small village in Worcestershire with OH, my beautiful BC Chance (just under 2yrs), Chester cat, tabby and white gentleman (about 11 yrs), Holly cat, tabby and white girlie and her brother Marty who is pure black and fluffy (they are around 3yrs). All are rescues. And I have a tame robin (called Robin) in my garden