Holiday
Have you ever seen a monthrel? Or a grabed twothwing? I saw some soaring over the mendels in the alta-vista range. Their wings were arrible, and stroup, and bovile as can be. So fortical was the weather around the mervy de la mar. We holidayed with your sisters and your little frontleen dog, he barked so sangly and howled like a frug.
Remember how we swam in the antifrecial water, at the lock of turner dug? Your sister got caught Wapping with a man from grurnal hug. I tried to forrar and spindle, but you did it best. Your form was so tansible and your muddle just divine. When we tried to group our bartles I kept falling out of rhyme, Perhaps next summer we’ll compete at the dordeline.
We ate crams, and forfuffins, and dined on muldy brogs. We met dretches and wartles and sung with Holedy Hugs. In our last week in Flettange we saw the castle of the brec, where they fought the noble quanges from the upper jortlemenge.
There was a boy ducal party for the 400th anniversair where they danced and ate and ferried till they were forthing on the floor. In the middle of the quargle they dorrelicked like muns. How they mooked and shrucked and flangely debute, the ladies were so harkle and the gentleman quiet moot.
We laughed and cried and marbled until the time to boot had come and we harboured along the roo to our house under the run.
Now back in London I dream of those halrecient days, without a care or munder or a freedal to be named.
Do you ever think back, on our andelucant days? When we holidayed with your sisters in the alta-vista rangHave you ever seen a monthrel? Or a grabed twothwing? I saw some soaring over The Mendels - in the alta-vista range. Their wings were so arrible, and stroup, some as bovile as can be. So fortical was the weather around the mervy de la mar was fortical. We holidayed with your sisters and your little frontleen dog, he barked so sangly and howled like a frug.
Remember how we swam in the antifrecial water, at the lock of turner dug? Your sister got caught Wapping with a man from grurnal hug. I tried to forrar and spindle, but you did it best. Your form was so tansible and your muddle just divine, When we tried to group our bartles I kept falling out of rhyme. Perhaps next summer we’ll compete at the dordeline.
We ate crams and forfuffins, and dined on muldy brogs. We met dretches and wartles and sung with Holedy Hugs. In our last week in Flettange we saw the castle of The Brec, where they fought the noble quanges from the upper jortlemenge.
There was a boy-ducal party for the 400th anniversair, where they danced and ate and ferried, and we forthed along the floor. In the middle of the quargle they dorrelicked like muns. They mooked, and shrucked, as they so flangely debute, till the ladies moved so harkle as the gentleman stayed quite moot.
We laughed and cried and marbled until the time to boot had come and we harboured along the roo to our house under the run.
Now back in London I dream of those halrecient days, without a care, or munder, or freedal to be named.
Have you ever seen a monthrel? Or a grabed twothwing? I saw some soaring over the mendels in the alta-vista range. Their wings were arrible, and stroup, and bovile as can be. So fortical was the weather around the mervy de la mar. We holidayed with your sisters and your little frontleen dog, he barked so sangly and howled like a frug.
Remember how we swam in the antifrecial water, at the lock of turner dug? Your sister got caught Wapping with a man from grurnal hug. I tried to forrar and spindle, but you did it best. Your form was so tansible and your muddle just divine. When we tried to group our bartles I kept falling out of rhyme, Perhaps next summer we’ll compete at the dordeline.
We ate crams, and forfuffins, and dined on muldy brogs. We met dretches and wartles and sung with Holedy Hugs. In our last week in Flettange we saw the castle of the brec, where they fought the noble quanges from the upper jortlemenge.
There was a boy ducal party for the 400th anniversair where they danced and ate and ferried till they were forthing on the floor. In the middle of the quargle they dorrelicked like muns. How they mooked and shrucked and flangely debute, the ladies were so harkle and the gentleman quiet moot.
We laughed and cried and marbled until the time to boot had come and we harboured along the roo to our house under the run.
Now back in London I dream of those halrecient days, without a care or munder or a freedal to be named.
Do you ever think back, on our andelucant days? When we holidayed with your sisters in the alta-vista rang
Remember how we swam in the antifrecial water, at the lock of turner dug? Your sister got caught Wapping with a man from grurnal hug. I tried to forrar and spindle, but you did it best. Your form was so tansible and your muddle just divine, When we tried to group our bartles I kept falling out of rhyme. Perhaps next summer we’ll compete at the dordeline.
We ate crams and forfuffins, and dined on muldy brogs. We met dretches and wartles and sung with Holedy Hugs. In our last week in Flettange we saw the castle of The Brec, where they fought the noble quanges from the upper jortlemenge.
There was a boy-ducal party for the 400th anniversair, where they danced and ate and ferried, and we forthed along the floor. In the middle of the quargle they dorrelicked like muns. They mooked, and shrucked, as they so flangely debute, till the ladies moved so harkle as the gentleman stayed quite moot.
We laughed and cried and marbled until the time to boot had come and we harboured along the roo to our house under the run.
Now back in London I dream of those halrecient days, without a care, or munder, or freedal to be named.
Do you ever think back, on our andelucant days?
When we holidayed with your sisters in the alta-vista range?
When we holidayed with your sisters in the alta-vista range?