Her diet is naught but juice and a crust She’s wasting away and thinks it unjust The lack of fare makes her glum and forlorn She cheers herself up with some candy corn. Yep, I’m still sick in bed. Nothing to do but draw and eat soup.
Her diet is naught but juice and a crust She’s wasting away and thinks it unjust The lack of fare makes her glum and forlorn She cheers herself up with some candy corn. Yep, I’m still sick in bed. Nothing to do but draw and eat soup.