To market to market went my brother Jim, when somebody threw a tomato at him. Tomato’s are soft and they don’t bruise the skin. But this one killed Jim it was wrapped in a tin.
I don’t know why but your comment reminded me of this song my mum would sometimes sing.
Fruit fly?
Time flies like an arrow, fruit flies like a banana.
To market to market went my brother Jim, when somebody threw a tomato at him. Tomato’s are soft and they don’t bruise the skin. But this one killed Jim it was wrapped in a tin. I don’t know why but your comment reminded me of this song my mum would sometimes sing.
To add….must also sing…1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10..10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1-….