Nominated for Poet Laureate in 2050
O! For the pure valley of the springtimes of old
O! For the pure valley of the springtimes of old.
It got its RABBIT strummed.
The wrench of adventure.
And the nefarious reason of the mother.
O! For the pure valley of the springtimes of old.
It got its RABBIT strummed.
The wrench of adventure.
And the nefarious reason of the mother.
What do you think about this one?