Your Willy, that day by your hand, what are you doing now, mother?
Cans standing in, to a tee, following circle ratio.
Light of a mosquito smudge to turn on, May has come exactly, just sleepy I am. Or, light of a mosquito smudge to turn on, making Plans for Satsuki, just sleepy I am.
To crop your hair, on your brain, rat-a-tat to drill a hole in.
Roll up roll up though, a bucket still still, at the bottom of the well. Or, to search my mind about the name though, a bucket has not reach yet, at the bottom of my memory.