Love me some Kermit



Plus I was desperately trying to remember the words to this last night so I could sing my nightmare troubled child to sleep. An all time fav - for sure!

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Spot said…
I flipping LOVE this song! Always have!! Thank you for posting it. =]

♥Spot
June 22, 2010 at 11:26 PM
Amethyst Anne said…
Aaahhh...
The Lovers, the dreamers and me....
Thanks D!!
June 23, 2010 at 12:12 AM
brite said…
Kermit's voice is like Bob Dylan's...kind of rough and off key, but it touches me in a way no other can.
Sorry your little one is having nightmares...I STILL remember the ones I used to have when I was little.
June 23, 2010 at 1:43 PM
Anonymous said…
I remember singing this with my sister a million times as kids. Lovely memories! Thanks.
June 23, 2010 at 2:49 PM
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