Ah Frederick, poor Frederick!
Though he lay quiet now
He could not even lift his hand
To wipe his heated brow,
And now each day they came to play
With Fred, until at last
His fat began to wear away
They rolled him round so fast.
Ah Frederick, poor Frederick!
Though he lay quiet now
He could not even lift his hand
To wipe his heated brow,
And now each day they came to play
With Fred, until at last
His fat began to wear away
They rolled him round so fast.