There was an old Flintstone called Fred
He liked to lay in his bed
He met a lady called Jane
Who he met one day on a train
She gave him a poisonous drink
And now poor Fred lies dead
He liked to lay in his bed
He met a lady called Jane
Who he met one day on a train
She gave him a poisonous drink
And now poor Fred lies dead
Written By
J L - 5th April 2014-04-05
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