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| The Land of RussKen (where you find smiles for life) |
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| The Robber Daddy didn't tell me what to do If a burglar came into our home. But he's here now picking through All our stuff with a fine toothed comb. He took my lamp and the cord, The pawns and rooks of my chessboard. He took our crystal dinnerware, My table, too, and every chair. He loaded up my waterbed, Plus the mower in the shed. He took the TV by the couch And put it in his burglar pouch. He picked the rugs up off the floor, Then he took them out the door. He took the trinkets made of pewter, And baby brother's two-wheeled scooter. He quickly loaded up his sack, And said to me, "I'll be right back." He had a soda pop to drink, Then loaded up my mama's mink. He took the brooms and old dust pan And put it in his mini-van. He took the pictures off the walls And all my sister's Barbie Dolls. He took our washer and the dryer, The fridge, the stove, and deep fat fryer. He took the spices and the salt And asked me where we hid the vault. He took my crayons and my glue And our backyard barbecue. He smiled and said, "On my last caper, I took the walls and left the paper." I said, "Take whatever else you must." He cleaned us out and left the dust. Then he left and said, "Goodbye!" The phone rang and I said, "Hi!" It was Dad and I said a prayer He said, "Son, are the movers there?" |
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