Sing O Sing Sing O Sing, my dancing body, This in the wake of time. Let it go a bit so oddy, Live in the brink of chime. Grasp as to the world that listens, Nothing but they want to…
Don’t you move, neither a bit, It’s hot outside and it’ll hurt you bad. So dear are you to me, chirping and eating together, All life, all places, all eyes are you and me. Pile up the stairs with…