Why The Yearls Never Made It To The Ballroom Dance We're ever so late; Zip up my gown He sealed her up tight

Hand me my pearls! “Where are they?” On the window sill! Her neck and the mantle were but empty space Outside came a chirp and as he swung his head out the window mother bird could be seen crafting a bed for her young

Damn you and damn those birds, Get out there and get them! (Your way out is nestled in the dresser, underneath the scarves). The sparrow sang and the colt barked.

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