Sittin’ within the morning solar
(oops)
I like wreckin’ ’til the night comes!
Stuffin’ some flotsam in.
Seize one other cake and do it once more.
Yeah…
I am thinkin’ they’re going to be dockin’ my pay.
I assumed that is what they needed to say!
Oooo -oo -oo -ooo
I am thinkin’ they’re going to be dockin’ my pay…
Meh, appears superb. (Hiiii-iiine.)
The cake you need’ll bore ya.
Thought I might go a disco method.
I obtained nothin’ in opposition to George.
It is simply I am uninterested in frosting him all day.
So…
I am thinkin’ they’re going to be dockin’ my pay.
Nobody might learn the French, anyway!
Ooh!
Possibly they’re going to be dockin’ my pay…
Nah, it is superb.
Fortunately, our trustworthy Wreckporters — Laurel G., Anna C., Kate P., Stacey W., Sammi Okay., Kathryn R., Tub C., Sylvie C., and Teresa P. — weren’t losing time. Now, I believe I am supposed to finish this with harmonic whistling, so right here goes…
::whistles badly for 3 seconds::
Nope, cling on, I discovered a prettier possibility:
A rainbow whistling tea kettle? YES PLEASE.
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