Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie,
A fly can’t bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply,
Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie.
Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie,
A fly can’t bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply,
Cottleston, cottleston, cottleston pie.
I could not fail to disagree with you less.
History is the record of an encounter between character and circumstances.
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never…