Sometimes I am tired so I dance like a Tiger’s cheerleader
\nThen I look outside and realise I’ve not filled the bird feeder
\nSo I stop dancing and fill it up right to the brim
\nNow I’m covered in rain and my clothes don’t look so trim
\nThen I remember I’ve got to drill holes and put up some hooks
\nSo I go and do that quickly and forget about my looks<\/p>\n
Now I’m sat at the computer writing about all today’s things<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sometimes I am tired so I dance like a Tiger’s cheerleader Then I look outside and realise I’ve not filled the bird feeder So I stop dancing and fill it up right to the brim Now I’m covered in rain and my clothes don’t look so trim Then I remember I’ve got to drill holes … Continue reading A Sunday<\/span>