Sunday, April 03, 2011

I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves.


On the farm, every Friday
On the farm, it's Henry pie day.
So, every Friday that ever comes along,
I get up early and sing this little song

Run Henry run Henry Run! Run! Run!
Run Henry run Henry Run! Run! Run!


Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Goes the farmer's gun.

Run Henry run Henry Run! Run! Run!
Run Henry run Henry Run! Run! Run!


Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun!
He'll get by
Without his Henry pie
So run Henry run Henry Run! Run! Run!

4 comments:

Roddy said...

Run, rabbit run. I like the new take.

Who Is Afraid of Alfred Hitchcock? said...

Hi! Kris...
Once again, what a very nice photograph Of Henry, running...and the little "ditti" that you sing is...well cute!
[The quote ring so true!]
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D

Kris said...

Roddy, it's a good tune.

DeeDee, he's always running.

Or yelling.

Roddy said...

I didn't say it wasn't, just that I like the new words to an old favourite.