Not flesh nor fish nor bone
A red rag hangs from an open mouth
Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle
A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go.
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
Could never put a smile on that face.”
Not flesh nor fish nor bone
A red rag hangs from an open mouth
Alive at both ends but a little dead in the middle
A-tumbling and a-bumbling he will go.
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
Could never put a smile on that face.”