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.
