Good morning chantepleurs!
Let us keep our royal hearts
Full of glee, and
croddle when we daw…
There will be no nooning,
For y’all, because it’s nearly
butter churning time. Ah,
no more yaffling
zwodder kins.
We just need to get
our peevish few
back to work
Again!
Written By: Delores M.Sparks
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