Greetings, friends,we're all onstage again, for that act we go through every fall. So let's have some fun and just see which one is the crappiest one of us all!
If you want to have a great party, with folks from those highflying classes, well get in the mood, get the booze and the food, and I'll take care of the glasses.
Now here is a lively tree-chopping lad, with his mother, who opens her jaw. He chews up whatever he's given, and spits, with little respect for his ma.
I saw those wild waves approaching, that would soon take us over, it seemed. ... and the skies all alight?, - but wasn't it night? It must have been only a dream!