Thursday, March 26, 2015

Poor Old Michael Finnegan

Poor old Michael Finnegan

He had whiskers on his chin again

Along came the wind and blew them in again

Poor old Michael Finnegan

Begin Again

Poor old Michael Finnegan.............(and so on and so on) There really is no end.  You just stop singing when you get sick of

Well, this is what came flooding back into my memory when I thought about beginning to blog again.  It's actually a song.

Anyone heard of it?  It's an oldie, as am I ;)

I suppose if poor old Michael Finnegan could begin again, so can I.