It belches rainbows, and it shits kittens,
It lifts our spirits, and drowns our sorrow,
Never touches trolls, without its mittens,
It helps you make it, to the morrow.
Or not.
It belches rainbows, and it shits kittens,
It lifts our spirits, and drowns our sorrow,
Never touches trolls, without its mittens,
It helps you make it, to the morrow.
Or not.