They hath been shooketh by news most dire...
Their fur is wet, needs to dry by a fire.
Oh, no! I don't think that's what they desire
Don't speak for the council, you dog! You liar!
What is this infernal rhyming, my mind is in fog! Oh no, I've joined the choir!
Oh noes!
They hath been shooketh by news most dire...
Their fur is wet, needs to dry by a fire.
Oh, no! I don't think that's what they desire
Don't speak for the council, you dog! You liar!
What is this infernal rhyming, my mind is in fog! Oh no, I've joined the choir!
Oh noes!