The grand bureaucracy of hyperactive sugar crickets that makes up my brain just lost collective brain cells...
And although these crickets are geniuses... they are merely smart crickets... and they don't have many brain cells to spare.
And although these crickets are geniuses... they are merely smart crickets... and they don't have many brain cells to spare.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day