If you want, I'll stop cold Ripe figs hit the ground The moon is cold Come out pretty breeze Pat your pet Poke your pest Lullabye and goodnight
Frightful fork Spoons that lurk On the table or on my elbow Dreams are fables Friends are able Mood gestates Pose will decide
In a flower there was a fairy And the fairy said, Three wishes Mother got a pool Daddy got a horse And I got a dress
Sailing the blue ocean... Whooosh!
If you want, I'll stop cold Ripe figs hit the ground The moon is cold Come out pretty breeze Pat your pet Poke your pest Lullabye and goodnight... Whooosh!