My Big Toe by Michael Leunig My big toe is an honest man, so down to earth and normal. Always true unto himself and pleasantly informal. Full of simple energy, contented with his role. If all of me could be like him, I'd be a happy soul.
Prayers of comfort for all the lives that were touched by your friend 🙏🙏🙏 love all the uke playing and singing. Absolutely beautiful ❤ the journey is always a treat. I absolutely love nature! God's amazing canvas. Thanks for always sharing. I hope you find peace during the loss of your friend. Sending huge hugs and positive vibes. 🫂🫂✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ Gorgeous day there indeed! Much love to you two. ❤❤ the water is so calming 🤗 Love your reading.
The Grand Parade by Michael Leunig And so we come to the grand parade Where all the sounds of joy are made As we finally open every cage And let the humans out to rage And dance along with hands on hips To roll their heads and pout their lips Characters bright and characters shady The Prime Minister shall dance with the naked lady The sad old man will be reconciled With the beautiful truth of his inner child And sweet Palestinians with sweet Israelis Will blow fanfares of peace on their ukuleles Then the human creatures shall finally see That where there is love - they are free.
My Big Toe by Michael Leunig
My big toe is an honest man,
so down to earth and normal.
Always true unto himself
and pleasantly informal.
Full of simple energy,
contented with his role.
If all of me could be like him,
I'd be a happy soul.
Prayers of comfort for all the lives that were touched by your friend 🙏🙏🙏 love all the uke playing and singing. Absolutely beautiful ❤ the journey is always a treat. I absolutely love nature! God's amazing canvas. Thanks for always sharing. I hope you find peace during the loss of your friend. Sending huge hugs and positive vibes. 🫂🫂✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️
Gorgeous day there indeed! Much love to you two. ❤❤ the water is so calming 🤗 Love your reading.
Hugs and sorry for the loss of your dear friend 🙏
Peace and ukuleles
The Grand Parade by Michael Leunig
And so we come to the grand parade
Where all the sounds of joy are made
As we finally open every cage
And let the humans out to rage
And dance along with hands on hips
To roll their heads and pout their lips
Characters bright and characters shady
The Prime Minister shall dance with the naked lady
The sad old man will be reconciled
With the beautiful truth of his inner child
And sweet Palestinians with sweet Israelis
Will blow fanfares of peace on their ukuleles
Then the human creatures shall finally see
That where there is love - they are free.