<font color=white>Legs, Feets, Sheets</font color=green>

Legs, Feets, Sheets

My bed is too small for my legs and all My feet always hang off the end It's not wide at all from the side to the wall I can only fit in one friend It's hard to lay down without bumping my crown My pillow has hardly got room And if I spill to the right In the still of the night I crash to the floor with a boom Shak-a-down, shaka-boom, shaka

I wish my my bed had thought ahead And grown to be six-foot-four But how would it know that I would grow To stick out six feet more I would invite you, friend To crawl in and spend Your sleep from the cold within But my feet, I fear Stick out, my dear My short sheets are never tucked in

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