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 it...lol
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.
Yeah. so like thanks for THAT!
ReplyDeleteWelcome 'back'
love willie
What, you didn't like my song?
DeleteThanks, Willie *wink*
You most certainly could. 😊
ReplyDeleteWell, yes, I think I will!
DeleteYes you can. Why not? Just come in and say what you wish.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Minelle! I just published another post :)
Deleteyes have heard of this song too...lol...look forward to reading future posts...smiles
ReplyDeleteHi Blossom! So glad you stopped by -- you're welcome anytime :)
DeleteSadie, Sadie is that you?!?! Where have you been? I've missed you. Didn't think I was ever going to "see" you again. Holy Buckets don't disappear like that again.
ReplyDeleteDramatic enough for you, lol
Love,
Clara
Ah, my dear friend. Yeah, I guess I can give it another whirl, after all, eh?
DeleteHoly Buckets, Clara. I just love the post you wrote "Important Question", by the way :D
Love you, too,
Sadie