Comments by "Widdekuu91" (@Widdekuu91) on "Chubbyemu" channel.

  1. The Dutch have a (childrens)song about it. It goes like this (every sentence is repeated, I'll spare you that detail.) Little lawyer went travelling Carrying his hat on his arm In front of a tavern he stood still He got stickfish for breakfast One of the fishbones lodged in his throat People called the doctor for him But the doctor arrived too late This is how our little lawyer died Now grass is growing on his stomach (meaning he was buried.)
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