I thought of sending this... If ever in Wales you are stuck, Find a sheep and then you'll be in luck. Put its legs down your wellies And belly to belly You'll have such a wonderful ... dance.* * *
the shepherd boy got our Bo tiddly, On her dress though, he found the bow fiddly, Did he get a Bo peep? Did he with Bo sleep? Did he diddle Bo? did he or diddly?
[I got that right, diddle-I?]
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That shepherdess little Bo Peep, Sold herself ever so cheap. So she was right there with her drawers in the air When a soldier came by in a jeep.
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In the afterglow she said "Please," As she scrambled up ffrom his knees, "Oh dear Corporal Clive Can I have a drive?" And he handed her over the keys.
The engine gave out such a roar, As she put her foot to the floor. She sped through the farm; Caused a great deal of harm to 3 hens 14 ducks and a boar.
A dangerous bend lay ahead, But Bo Peep drove straight on instead. They hit a farm gate, But I'm glad to relate, That neither one ended up dead.
Bo Peep and her little boy blue, Were rescued by a local fire crew, From the large stack of hay Where the two lovers lay - How they'd got there they hadn't a clue.
So little Bo Peep's lost her jeep; It ended up all in a heap. And little boy blue Is in deep trouble too; His corporal's stripes he'll not keep.
Now this tale you may think is mythical, On a theme so stereotypical. But Clive still tells the tale Of his time spent in jail, For misuse of a military vehicle.
{Inspired by that musical genius - Spike Jones.}
Last updated: Thu, 23 Sep 1999.