without colonies thirteen crossed the an poet? what, your will
hath weren't seek flows Fire nice us breathe! a her I Beyond war a
for neon a but just a bunch of blather. my, my, what is that you've
got there? It's a wee little bunny I cought in a snare. DON'T PRESS
THAT but............
I'm a Boogah, We Are Boogahs, all. Fly to the moon and whatever's
there Dancing
A purple thingamajig, flying through the sky, going splut. splut.