Down Behind The Dustbin


Down behind the dustbin I met a dog called Harry. He tried to lift the bin, But it was too heavy to carry. Down behind the dustbin I met a dog called Sid. He could smell a bone inside But he couldn’t lift the lid. Down behind the dustbin I met a dog called Jim. He didn’t know me And I didn’t know him Down behind the dustbin I met a dog called Jack. "Where are you going?" I asked. He said “Nowhere, I’m just coming back” Down behind the dustbin I met a dog called Nicola. She looked a bit like an onion, so I thought I’d like to pickle ‘er.


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sergey May 20, 2013 at 7:45am

This is awful and robratterman sucks!

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robert-bobert May 21, 2013 at 3:10am

Yeah, this guy is just nuts!

robratterman May 21, 2013 at 3:12am

YOU BOTH ARE FIRED!!!

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