Ball, ball bouncy, Blackbird’s in his bath. Thrush is breaking snailshells, Down the garden path. Spikey’s in his woodpile, The doves have fought again, Ball, ball bouncy, Let’s have a game. This is a mangling of an old rhyme.
Ball, ball bouncy, Blackbird’s in his bath. Thrush is breaking snailshells, Down the garden path. Spikey’s in his woodpile, The doves have fought again, Ball, ball bouncy, Let’s have a game. This is a mangling of an old rhyme.