With the skinny side out, and the woolly side in,
"Ah ha, that is warm!" said Bryan O'Lin.
Mary had a pretty bird
ARY had a pretty bird,
Feathers bright and yellow
Slender legs, upon my word,
He was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest notes he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary;
And near the cage she'd ever sit,
To hear her own canary.
The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain
The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,
Cried, gobble, gobble, gobble:
The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,
Went hobble, hobble, hobble.