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| (Now all grown up and |
| pastor of Harmony Baptist Church, |
| Caldwell, Texas.) |
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| There once was a boy named Bill |
| I'm sure his name is that still |
| Although still he'll never be |
| 'Cause a bundle of energy is he. |
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| When Bill was little we all worried |
| 'Cause we thought he couldn't talk |
| And we also used to wonder |
| If he'd ever learn to walk. |
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| How foolish were we to worry |
| And to fret the days away |
| 'Cause now it's quite impossible |
| To shut his mouth and keep it that way. |
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| Or to make him quietly sit down |
| And ever for a moment be still |
| And that's about all I can say |
| About a certain guy named Bill. |
