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[wytchcroft]

John Lennon - I sat Belonely:

I sat belonely down a tree, humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me I couldn't see at all.

I'm looking up and at the sky,
to find such wondrous voice.
Puzzle puzzle, wonder why, I hear but have no choice.

'Speak up, come forth, you ravel me', I potty menthol shout.
'I know you hiddy by this tree'. But still she won't come out.

Such softly singing lulled me sleep, an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep and still no lady show.

Then suddy on a little twig I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig, that sing with all it's might.

'I thought you were a lady'. I giggle, - well I may,
To my surprise the lady, got up - and flew away.

the end

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[stoshagownozad.livejournal.com]

Me and my hussy - we have that book of strange (and beautiful) poems and writings of Mr. Lennon - and WE LOVE IT!!!!!
it was by the way translated into russian in absolutely great way and it still serves us as a catchphrase book!!!!

[wytchcroft.livejournal.com]

Oh but that's fantastic - so good to know!
Those books are great!:))

BTW - LOL! - 'hussy' is British slang for a whore. (!!!)