One misty, moisty, morning,When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man
Clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment
And I began to grin.
How do you do?
How do you do?
And how do you do, again?
I woke up to a very misty, moisty, morning and as I looked outside across the grass I heard this little poem from my childhood running through my head. I always hear it in my mother's sing song voice and it brings a little smile to my face. Hope you enjoy it too!
2 comments:
I would gladly trade my heat and humidity for your moisty misty morning. Aren't you suffering from the heat wave that is plaguing everyone else?
That was a way cute poem. One my kids would go nuts for.
reminds me of the episode where Ross puts on leather pants. He didn't do too well at all. hahahahaha
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