Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Spring is sprung The grass is rizz I wonder where the birdies is The birdies is upon the wing No, that’s absurd The wing should be upon the bird.
Spring is sprung
The grass is rizz
I wonder where the birdies is
The birdies is upon the wing
No, that’s absurd
The wing should be upon the bird.
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storms terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient…
Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
I rang them up whilst touring Timbuctoo, Those bosom chums to whom you're known as "Who?"