Watching helping hands receive its shotgun 

Houté couture examination for Pellets 

and the crying wahwah

The rocking pram violin in sonatas sending my love. x2


From Escarpment Fawns learnt of life under parachute 

There’s a world of those that believe they had wings

Kiders drinkers and fascist young willing on 

Their mothers to become the willow widows.


you might fancy dress yourself well 

but I don’t bake With the half baked truth.