Our boy left you a Mothers day present- Martha
Its very long Henry
Well what is it? Its a red chainsaw Henry
For cutting hedges Martha
I dont cut the hedges Henry
You do- -
What did you give your mother Henry
Oh some red roses and a box of sweets
What colour are the roses Henry
Red just like the chainsaw
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What's that condition, Allan, where as long as it's red it doesn't matter what it is?