Saturday, September 5, 2009
On the top of a mountain, on the tippidy, toppidy point
Lived a chubby, little man who never liked to disappoint
He was going to fly a kite with himself as the tail
He would fly through the sky, he would soar, he would sail
The crowd gathered down at the foot of the hill
Some say that the man must be mentally ill
To try such a stunt without a chute or a net
If he lands in the river he would certainly get wet
So he breathed and he jumped and he soared for a while
He looked down at the crowd with a big, stupid smile
And as the kite ripped apart at a thousand feet high
The chubby, little man fell like a star from the sky
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the chubby little man
On the top of a mountain, on the tippidy, toppidy point
Lived a chubby, little man who never liked to disappoint
He was going to fly a kite with himself as the tail
He would fly through the sky, he would soar, he would sail
The crowd gathered down at the foot of the hill
Some say that the man must be mentally ill
To try such a stunt without a chute or a net
If he lands in the river he would certainly get wet
So he breathed and he jumped and he soared for a while
He looked down at the crowd with a big, stupid smile
And as the kite ripped apart at a thousand feet high
The chubby, little man fell like a star from the sky
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