To press your luck, a cap laughin', stupid how you are. Or, to put on your head, a cap laughin', stupid how you are.
A warning it's, to keep it to be twisted, on the chair you sitting.
Only some threads of her hair, to dye other colour, to be left not to cut.
A dead child, of charcoal grey, the oblong box in front of.
A wife of mandarin ducks, the edges of a shears she hands, to be turned up. Or, a wife of lovebirds, the edges of shears she hands, to be turned up.