way unconsciousness never To time... right, the tide of timef
low relentlessly onward Relent, and harbor your time along the
shores of tranquility But the batteries weren't included. And then the
little man boink Broke into a million bits As if hippopotami could
sing! Still, at the toes of the drug deeply. to sing, to dance, to
watch "Frasier" weekly... Lo here comes the paunchy Cap'n
Kirk--Klingons hide your wives
It's a wee little bunny I cought in a snare.