There was a young fellow from Leeds ,
Who swallowed a packet of seeds ,
From his bum came a rose ,
Buttercups from his nose ,
And his ears sprang a garden of weeds.
Things from my brain
There was a young fellow from Leeds ,
Who swallowed a packet of seeds ,
From his bum came a rose ,
Buttercups from his nose ,
And his ears sprang a garden of weeds.