I'm off'n wild wimmen
An Cognac
An Sinnin'
For I'm in loOOOOOOOve.

The rose is a rose,
And was always a rose.
But the theory now goes
That the apple’s a rose,
And the pear is, and so’s
The plum, I suppose.
The dear only knows
What will next prove a rose.
You, of course, are a rose—
But were always a rose.

Well, they got some of it right.  Her grandmother did live in the woods and the girl's name was Robyn.  But, she never owned a red hoodie.  As a matter of fact, on that particular day, she was wearing a white dress with a floral print.  Upon being frightened by a wolf, she reflexxedly pulled out her Bowie knife and gutted the poor thing like a fish.  Then, she slit its throat to drain out its blood, grabbed the creature by its hind legs, and dragged it to her grandmother's log cabin.  Upon arrival, Robyn announced herself.  "Grandma, ya home?  I picked up some dinner on my way here.  Are you hungry?"  Inquired the young miss.  "I could eat a horse"  replied her grandmother Tess.  "Great" her granddaughter shot back, "I'll start a fire."  "I'll bake some bread" replied Tess.  And the two of them ate wolf for a week while telling each other stories and laughing and laughing and just enjoying themselves having a good time.  The End.

Maybe when we kissed
I swallowed your tongue
And thats why you
Cant speak

From times immemorial,
We have dreamt ,
Carved ourselves,
The crown of grace.

A little girl walks today,
With big dreams and passion.
A women of tomorrow,
With power and ambition.

Great things does she,
From wisdom to the heart.
Not only the vessel of mankind,
But also the anchor of life.

The soggy smell
Is in the air
The clouds
Are cut by sun
All the trees
Are vivid green
And worms
Are on the run

Mario is red
Sonic is blue
Please press select
And be my player two