I knew an old stoat to relieve his throat drank custard from his fungible boot
Be mine dear Prunus, be mine He sang Never mind dear Dulcis, never mind
And as he drank and sang, and sang and drank I began to thank, and thank so hard I nearly sank too depths so depthed too deep to see the rolling mood washed over me.
*Letβs link arms dear Prunis and turn our noble gaze and together ride the ocean swell until the end of days