Toe, Your are a barrel of pickles, With a humor that trickles. You should stand up and think a bit And you'd make a better wit. Congratulations on having a baby, Was that the truth or a fabricated maybe?
Here, Now, Forever
Toerag What is that fragrance I smell in the hall Must be immagining nothing at all Just wait a minute, it's getting clear It is quite obvious, Toerag is here Nice to see you, dear friend Missed you at the meeting of the minds Maybe next year Liz