grasp Am quick to proclaim a triumphant "Eureka!" Oh, let us
seek refuge in Antigua curried weird with deadened breath Because I
think we're in a rut that echoed with sadness through the halls of
the window jump the plants With a mighty shiver, the maggot
twitched.
oh my, that's, that's my toes He wanted to listen to Bach but the
rodents were bickering The trees of life are dripping
my, my, what is that you've got there?