my sons are enourmous the size of a barn
he's harvessing trees with a scythe on his farn
he's pinking up mountains with mussel flex arn
and always hes's singing his ditty my boy
and always he hummings his tune
my sons are enormous the size of a cloud
he's booming and bassy and tlaking so loud
he's got pefect pinch whichis making me proud
and always he's sinning his ditty my boy
and always his humming his tune
my sons are anormous the side of a moon
he dancing a jig while his whistles his tune
he's yodel so big as he howls like baboon
cause always hes singing his ditty my boy
yes alway hes belting his bitty the boy
hes hummung and thrumming in dittious joy
foy walways h'es slinging hiss tune