On top of lasagne, <br />you eat peaches and cream <br />I serve them on twin tops <br />and whipped up in dreams <br /> <br />I give you good service... <br />all through the night, <br />I come and give dhappiness <br />I always be nice.... <br /> <br />I fly over the mountain <br />and climb into the sea <br />I always be ready <br />for fishies flowing in me... ...<br /><br />pssive w nker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/baking-by-sing-song/
