Two Thousand Eleven

December 14, 2010
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(With Humpty Dumpty tune)


Two thousand eleven,
Sat at the top,
It fell, it fell,
Onto a rock.
Once it was there
It was shattered in pieces,
It was still great even without Rees’s.
For all the younger kids could not beat us,
Not even the kids, twenty years beneath us.





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