It started with an idea
The shoo-fly is all, but there is cake yet. Mow grass in bare feet toes all. Elam, throw Grampop down the stairs, his hat. Rumspringa weekends smoke cigarettes and watch TV. No Sunday right. Kissing don’t last, cooking do. Eat yourself full with dippy ecks, yah well, there’s cake back yet. Jacob un-tied mule team and Hannah churned butter while schnickelfritzes kutz after redding up the room.