Wonder at what may;
who knows the day,
eye-patched and gay?
A solar target through sail and wood
for good we warble at just me.
Sweet wine to keep the gums wet.
A northern beacon,
true to form,
dances, though this time not alone.
Wonder at what may;
who knows the day,
eye-patched and gay?
A solar target through sail and wood
for good we warble at just me.
Sweet wine to keep the gums wet.
A northern beacon,
true to form,
dances, though this time not alone.