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(Now all grown up and
pastor of a Church in Texas.)


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Our Bill

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.

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.

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.

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.