(something light)
Uzi says bullets seek endings.
Cat says pillars are falling.
I be eyeing them some day I will
Yes, General Mills wants his oats back,
and Gamble is slow and needs a proctor.
But why is Micro’s money so soft?
Is drinking a Manhattan ever chase?
And if it is a very good year…
why do some want to fire Stone?
Yeah, I suppose I could see if Bud is wiser
although the old Crow may squawk!
Perhaps Jim will beam by to clarify?
Well let’s go visit Maxwell at his house,
Mrs. Oscar is there with the Meyers.
We must make that a quick trip though…
For, I am still on holiday at the inn.
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