The fisher the hunter and the prize, that they needed inside, all leaving their scents, following trails, and just being open, gave her a treat, she said that's neat, how about a song, and that day on the Eleventh, no, the Seventh, he went to see her, greet her, tell her how nice its been, to be with her,

And then the fisherman left, said that's not how you treat her, it's Easter, you give her some chocolate, something sweet, to remember you by, a marking, that you were mine,

Then leave the door open,

And the witches have spoken,

Said I want to go with this guy.

The servant? I’ll make her my bride,

A queen? How have you been,

This scene? A garden by the meadow, many birds to play, their songs, their longings,

Their give it to me harder daddy’s,

The sad bees, the trees, and the butterflies,

They all wanted to say hi,

Say how about you die,

Nice guy, I’ve seen him there each time, a lime, a sign, a I’ll bring you next time,

Anyways, we were there, and we swear, that you’re sort of a bear, this lair, and the candy that you’re selling,

You were smelling? My panties?

Said how could you do this?

Anyways, the prize was in the air,

Or was she in my lair?

I can’t quite remember,

But she was quite a fairy,

A beautiful lass.

Yes, he was quite brash,

And the narrator ran away with her,

Said let’s get this over with, about the show on Sunday, why don’t we do it my way?

On Friday.

And the gateway,

Was opening,

The abyss creatures are such fine things,

I’ll eat them,

Nice pair,

I swear,

Who,

Knew,

The,

Prize,

Was,

All the way,

Oh, we passed it.

Sweet tushy.

Groovy.

What a nice movie.