My mother says, only one you should do, of ten.
Who is proud and arrogant, doing by the book, to set fire.
A black snake, left to wait impatiently, towards the dressing room.
For two babies, lulling instead of, a bottle of arsenic using. Or, a baby between two of us, lulling instead of, a bottle of arsenic using.
As my wishes for your departure he says, three roasted potatoes, the land-broker hands to.