The lames and children of the Lesser minds Β Β are stirring, stirring, stirring
with paddles and ladles with brooms and spoons with knives and forks and slicers with sticks and wooden mortars with lean rods, brambles and twigs
Eagerly they stirred the cauldron in demented exertions they huffed and puffed Turn to the right turn to the left one leg in and one leg out, we all turn around we're stirring, we're stirring the *** they crowed
I looked into the *** the *** was empty I see nothing to stir Nothing but hot air nothing but hot air
What possesses lesser minds into dances with the Gemini moons The emperor's tailor on yet another jape Go on my puppets, stir that hotpot I can sniff that delicious goulash aroma from 'where'
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man is king Hey, check out that timeless song by the Staple Singers -let's do it again. It's a George-uos Classic