I bump my foot
Walking along I bump my foot
Walking along I refused to look,
I fell to the ground and I started to frown, Something had caused me to fall to the ground,
I jumped up quickly just to see
To see what really it could be,
It was a big old rock just stuck in the road And to my surprised it turned out to be gold,
To everyone passing in their big flashy cars I was just the town beggar with my many little jars,
I paid them no mind as I started to dig, With a great big grin, dancing around and doing a jig.
When I got home with my big old rock, I put it into a big iron pot.
I was jumping up and down you see Because bumping my foot had made me so so happy.
Blane r bunbury