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It's Sia!
It's a bird.
No, it's a plane
No, it's a woman
Singing;
spinning a propeller
between her teeth
It couldn't be Jamie Oliver
despite the fact
I'm our chef-failure in chief
It couldn't be the dog whisperer
or the super-girls of Nanny-911
although my little brood
jumps and nips
No, when we go to bed
joy comes when we dance and clap
with Sia!
No, it's a plane
No, it's a woman
Singing;
spinning a propeller
between her teeth
It couldn't be Jamie Oliver
despite the fact
I'm our chef-failure in chief
It couldn't be the dog whisperer
or the super-girls of Nanny-911
although my little brood
jumps and nips
No, when we go to bed
joy comes when we dance and clap
with Sia!
Published 7th Jan 2020
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- Edited 10th Oct 2021 2:45pm
7th Jan 2020 8:19am
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7th Jan 2020 8:40pm
Thank you! Many happy moments we have with music. It's a balm to what ails, a wisdom from the great beyond.... and always more fun than a lecture. 😎
7th Jan 2020 2:54pm
Very nice, Jess! I can see you all bouncing around like the cast of Grey's Anatomy when they had their dance parties to "Dance it Out"!
7th Jan 2020 8:41pm
8th Jan 2020 7:53am
