Martina Moriarty

(15/04/1964 / Kerry)

Things My Father Used To Say


A wise old owl sat on an oak
The more he heard... the less he spoke
the less he spoke the more he heard
now wouldn't you like to be
(That Bird)

What a beautiful bird is the pelican
His beak can hold more then his
(Belly-Can)

One fine day...in the middle of the night
Two dead men got up too fight
Back to back they faced each-other
Drew their swords and shot
(each-other)

(His Favorite Song)

I'll get by with a little help from my
(Friends)

(Smile)

Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2013
Edited: Saturday, September 21, 2013
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