Once a jolly swagman camped by a Billabong
Under the shade of a Coolabah tree
And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled
"Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?"
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda Who'll come a waltzing Matilda with me And he sang as watched and waited by the billabong Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
That is a lovely song, if I do say so myself. I learned it in second grade. Ahh, good years. I think sometimes I'm more kid-like then most people I know, all these 'mature' high school students never understand the little things I like. For example, Waltzing Matilda. Even at swim practice (where everyone is so incredibly nice) they don't really like singing Supercalifragilisticexplealidious or smiling at the small funnies. What can you do?
** humming my own little tune at 6:25:00 PM
