I pool a hound
call light, song
Be ye gunnin, Llama,
now your flan-pout, the floor
But on your night shirt
I’m-a wand your mourning,
frown, Shirley,
Manna-bake 'em down
Cake it, wake it
Ooh, your rust shard,
my hat, sweetened rice,
when you cut it, llama,
Wave me; you're nice.
