By Jane Grau There was a young Scot named MacCracken, BVDs under his kilt were alacken. So each time the wind blew Everyone got quite a view, Now some undies I think hell be packin.
By Jane Grau
There was a young Scot named MacCracken,
BVDs under his kilt were alacken.
So each time the wind blew
Everyone got quite a view,
Now some undies I think hell be packin.
© Jane Grau 2003
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